S3-E9. I found a place where time doesn't exist.

I suffer the consequence of spontaneity. I push myself to discomfort; walking is my wrestling. I use my body to warm my body. I remind myself it is okay to turn around, to opt out.

I engage the absolute of "never coming back". Coming back implies failure, doesn't it?

What if I woke up in a day from last year and had to start over from there? What if I am only dreaming all that has followed?

How deliberate are you in communication? I find myself taking the defense when I don't understand. It is scary not to understand. And I don't want to be too scared to be impacted, and changed.