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This was the only time I felt small in a good way. I’ve played small my whole life. It was self-preservation. It was for safety. This feeling, that day, surrounded by natural wonder, with no cell service, no obligation. I felt insignificant in the best way. Not a spouse. Not a parent. Not a teacher. Not a yoga therapist. Not an “unpublished writer”. I felt unbelievably tiny, yet undeniably connected. Right now, I’m unemployed. Chronically ill. Querying a novel that may never be accepted. I’m insignificant in the grand scheme of things. And I just want to go back to this day, when the insignificance felt empowering instead of suffocating.
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