the only way to truly arrive is to stop moving. There’s a deep surrender in that, isn’t there? The constant striving, the feeling that if I just push harder, faster, I'll finally get to some magical 'there.' It’s taken years of therapy to even begin to understand that 'there' is actually here, in the stillness, in the uncomfortable quiet I used to run from. It’s still a practice, but the panic has definitely lessened.