It has been a long day. The shift in consciousness permeated into this evening, but begins to fade. I hope to hold on to a piece of it, of the liberation that comes with getting out of my own way. A quiet and mindfulness that does not require effort, but a lack thereof. Communications and other interactions felt very natural, effortless over the past few days, but I can already sense the pre-communication self-talk seeping its way back in as I write this.
I would also like to retain the ability to, at least in part, step outside my own bullshit. That was a big one, and a shift that, thankfully, hopefully, I do not believe is possible to reverse. I can be a fucking asshole and I should be aware of that.
If maintaining these changes, which I wholly believe to be positive, required a small daily dose of THC, I would be perfectly fine with that; however, professional ramifications would need to be considered.
