I keep telling myself that vacation will be good for me.

Have I mentioned recently how tired I am? Of doing ALL the logistics? Of feeling like the only power I have is to say "No" (like I don't have power to effect any positive change I want to happen) and apparently on top of that I am really disinclined to want to say "No"?

Work isn't feeding me these days, and I know there are hard soul-searching questions it would be good for me to ask myself about what all I'm doing these days (not just in my paid job), and I know that I have fear around asking those questions 'cause I have fear around what the answers might be, and I know that probing those fears would be good...

Blah.

continuing to read through 70 Faces

CALLUS / Ekev
-Rachel Barenblat

"Cut away, therefore, the thickening about your hearts and stiffen your necks no more."
- Deuteronomy 10:16


But these calluses
are hard-won.

They protect me
from the places

where the world
rubs me raw.

Without my shrug,
my humor, my

insistence that this
too shall pass

I'll feel exposed
my heart pumping

where any stranger
could see me.

Couldn't you ask
for something easy?

Once I open
my locked chest

what if I
just fly apart?