We don’t notice ourselves checking out, only if we’re lucky do we notice when we check back in.
It’s like we take off and float outside ourselves while we’re checked out. Everything is more difficult and feels like an uphill battle. While you’re out there. Creativity doesn’t flow, frustration sets in, you’re generally more of what you don’t want to be. The madness is, when checked out it can be hard, nigh on impossible to tell that you are. Like someone with an eating disorder seeing themselves as fat or something when they weigh 2 stone.
Tonight through the help of a man who’s some kind of wizard, I learnt what checking back in feels like. Now I need a way of being alerted to when I’m primed for departure.