I have a tightly wound ball of worry right in the middle of my chest. 

My tightly wound, the ball makes me feel like I have control.

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But also restricts my breath and thus my spirit.

What if I change the shape of this festering ball?

What if I start at the center and unravel it?

What would it take to cut the ball into pieces so small they would dissolve

and fade away with no effort of my own?

I might start by trusting the process just a bit more.

“Letting there be room for not knowing is the most important thing of all.” – Pema Chödrön

This journal is a journey

Let it help you on your path.

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