Enough.
And what I remember the most from that night was not the words that stung, not the person who released them carelessly, and not the work that I bled over to meet an impossible deadline. No, what is most vivid in my memory was how I could hear my heart beating. All the noise around me was suddenly muted, the meaningless noise, as if it was sucked into this invisible vacuum.
And suddenly the world slowed down, and then there was nothing. Nothing but my heartbeat. My every sense became obsessed about feeling each beat, one by one. It wasn’t racing, just loud. It wasn’t painful, just present. So incredibly present. Taking over everything with power and grace.
