I just got hit with one of the strongest incidents of deja vu I have ever experienced. Now, as I try to write about it, it flickers in and out like a fly that keeps buzzing past my ear and when I reach up to grab it, it’s gone.
A dream. A message on my phone. An article on the internet about parenting. This blog. I told you about it! Or maybe I told someone else? Years ago. I don’t know but I remember vocalizing it. I knew I would sit at this desk. Knew I would re-meet you. Knew I would get sad and process it and write about it.
So my higher self assured me that this is part of my journey. That’s (sort-of?) reassuring.
I didn’t get to do any of what I’d hoped but, silver lining –
Spiritual growth is my consolation prize.