The love for chocolate chip has sadly tipped from desire to discernment. Alas, the intolerance for the stale, the safe, and the over familiar, birth the evolution of taste.
A new register for aliveness has alerted your nervous system. Now you can’t go back to that old sweetness, without it tasting dead.
Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.
With a sense ok
A clean disappearance without defensiveness.
Impact without seduction.
Power without posture.
No justification and no looking back. I withdraw the self, leaving altered perception behind.
A disciplined choice.
You can know it was final.
You can know why it ended.
You can feel clear about .incompatibilities and timing.
And the heart still says: I miss her 😰.
Intense feelings that are separate from the situation’s reality. Must be tested. Seek external perspectives, check assumptions, focus on facts, be objective, logical, ask questions, and grab a paper and pen to tally negative self-labels against actual behaviors to analyze discrepancies.
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 