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Being an empath is weird. When a person is mad or sad or elated, I feel those feelings. As if they were my own.
We moved last Saturday. Again. In the last 15 years, I’ve probably moved as many times. A couple of them were especially rough.
That’s when it hit me. My rhythm can be as wild as I like. It can be too fast or too slow for other people. But there has to be a rhythm.
For me, it wasn’t like that. First, I had to stop putting money on the almost maxed out cards. Second, I had to go several months without using those cards.
Subconsciously, looking back, I think I turned it off. I folded it up and put it in a drawer and walked away from it completely—for years.
I have a confession to make. I’m not ready to launch, yet.