Since my (Day 66) taste of freedom from the straitjacket of fear, I've been trying to figure out how to make that happen more often. Now there's a half-truth if ever there was one, if not an outright lie. I want to burst out of this straitjacket once and for all. YESTERDAY. But alas, I don't have a clue as to where to begin. The whole experience happened beyond my conscious control.
And then this morning, in a totally different context, my friend Bonnie dropped a possibly life-changing hint: writing with the non-dominant hand is a technique for accessing childhood memories and the unconscious. I can't WAIT to head down that dark trail ... (as soon as the highlights reel is finished, being Mrs. Linear-I-do-one-thing-at-a-time). I'll keep you posted.