Weekly Letter: Agitation

Dear Reader,

The agitation fills the air like dust, and I respond by refusing it. That agitation lives beyond my container and I will observe it from a distance.

I used to react to the angst. Needing to create harmony and wanting it to dissolve. I thought if I could fix it, peace would follow. It never did. So I chose to live beyond it. I chose to live in a space of my own making and allow agitation to come in-only when I decide it must.

Sometimes at night, late, it finds me weak and tired. And I sit with it quietly in the dark. That is the only space it can have more of me, when I’m held within the quiet darkness of the night.

In the morning, I see it again. I see me again. And while it’s energy may have lingered and found its way into my dreams, I don’t let it have any of the coffee I drink. That’s where it stops. As soon as the coffee passes my lips, the day is new.

~Carmen