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It’s 4:30 AM. Lynz should be dreaming of sandy beaches and cocktails with faraway names. Instead, she’s sat on the cold stone step of Bliss Bakery, staring at a sunrise she can barely see.
Behind her ribcage, a thousand tiny ants are having an unwelcome party. Despite a "good" presentation the day before...warm handshakes and appreciative smiles, her mind is busy picking the moment apart, stitch by painful stitch. It’s a classic attack of the "Not Good Enoughs," where the shoulders meet the ears and the jaw locks tight.
In this week’s Wisdom(ish) pause, the Older Self drops by the bakery step with a bit of perspective on why we stab our own hearts with "should-haves" and how to stop treating our memories like a crime scene.
In this episode:
What’s Next: Join me this Sunday for the full Sleep Story. We’ll leave the "post-game analysis" and walk the lantern path through the village, moving from the noise of the mind into the deep rest of the body.
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By Lynz BrierleyIt’s 4:30 AM. Lynz should be dreaming of sandy beaches and cocktails with faraway names. Instead, she’s sat on the cold stone step of Bliss Bakery, staring at a sunrise she can barely see.
Behind her ribcage, a thousand tiny ants are having an unwelcome party. Despite a "good" presentation the day before...warm handshakes and appreciative smiles, her mind is busy picking the moment apart, stitch by painful stitch. It’s a classic attack of the "Not Good Enoughs," where the shoulders meet the ears and the jaw locks tight.
In this week’s Wisdom(ish) pause, the Older Self drops by the bakery step with a bit of perspective on why we stab our own hearts with "should-haves" and how to stop treating our memories like a crime scene.
In this episode:
What’s Next: Join me this Sunday for the full Sleep Story. We’ll leave the "post-game analysis" and walk the lantern path through the village, moving from the noise of the mind into the deep rest of the body.
Stay Connected:
Support the show