I Died A Thousand Deaths

I died a thousand deaths this year. 2020 had made it startlingly clear. Everything was at stake. Could I free myself entirely of suffering and willful self-sabotage? Was it even possible? Really? Remember in 2016 when Gwyneth Paltrow decided to divorce Chris Martin? She called it "conscious uncoupling." What would happen if I consciously uncoupled myself from pain, suffering and self-sabotage? Could I simply and unequivocally opt out? What awaits on the other side of this twisted and gnarled character I presume is me? So I let go. I unsubscribed. And you know what I found? The unseen witness of all was born. And angels who had hovered near took flight. pelkyong Christmas 2020