“What I’m looking for is a rest area, some place where the old valentine inside my shirt can stop contriving romances, where I can climb out of the thing that has taken me this far and stretch myself. ” (from “Looking for a Rest Area” by Stephen Dunn)
I fall in & out of “something” (it varies) many times a day. It’s developed into a routine that I neither anticipate nor try to suppress. Just go with the flow. What starts off one way always ends up totally different. Mostly all in my mind.