I was lying in bed last night and thought shot into my brain. It was odd. Here it is.

Our life experiences are a little bit like oddly shaped packages.

They are weirdly wrapped and hard to decipher like small objects wrapped in thick brown paper. We “handle” them through experiencing them to whatever extent, but we do not zone in too closely on them. We rarely unwrap the experiences with much dilligence. There is something about tuning in that can feel scary like we might risk too much joy or discover something we don´t want to know.

I am not suggesting that every experience needs to be unwrapped or even gazed at for too long. No need. From my own perspective, I find that unwrapping them a bit, namely through honestly describing them, offers me something pretty big. It creates a small doorway into a new experience. It creates an opening. I also find the generousity in sharing these observations creates many small doors too. It opens up tunnels within my own self. It opens up tunnels between me and other people. It lights a bulb inside the dark room of my subconscious experience. Here it is, because I took a little time and shone a light on it. And now I know about it. And it offers me something.