I miss my old life.
I miss having space in my brain for things other than work.
I miss having not just a desire to create things but a system to ensure I did.
I miss being happy to hear from people because I wasn’t totally overwhelmed by a constant stream of digital communication on multiple channels at all times of the day.
I miss getting up on Thursdays to meditate on a stoop in Clinton Hill with a group of strangers who quickly felt like friends.
I miss feeling rested, ever.
I miss having the time and attention span to watch TV as something other than background noise.
I miss not feeling so much fear and resistance around change I want and need.
You can’t go home again, but you can find a new home.
I am ready for things to feel different.
I am ready to make things feel different.