“Our story is our life’s burden.” That sentence came to me while rewatching one of my favorite kdramas. Oh, our story goes through its various stages and developments, but at the end, the story is dropped while the larger universal story goes on.

I love writing essays because they are unfamiliar to me until I look at the blank page and start to type.

Yesterday I ended up in the Emergency Room after I fell in the bathroom. I have neuropathy, but it still surprised me. I told Rob that I wanted to see if I broke anything, so off we trotted. I offered an excuse, “If I don’t go, I will spend the day wondering if I should have gone.”

And so he drove me there. It took him half an hour to walk from where he parked back into the ER. It was about a 4-hour wait before they took us back into a room. Then the doctor came in and said that nothing was broken. That was a relief. Today I am much sorer than I was yesterday.

Moral to the story: Go ahead and get it over with, whatever it is that you fear doing. And that is a “memo to myself.”

I am still tired from the adrenaline rush. I have been sitting around for two days now. I am still sore.

Have you spent your life regretting your life? I have! Vernon Howard said that we all have a cover story in order to be able to function in this world. But that doesn’t make it real, now does it?

I have always been happy when no one is around and I can drop the story line, which I have been repeating for decades now. And don’t tell me that you don’t have one. We all have our individual fabricated personalities that we kick into high gear when we around others. Well, the others have stories they wish that they could drop, too.

I took to the path with spiritual alacrity a long time ago, when I thought I could become enlightened. Allow me to type “giggle” here. It is funny that we are our own best friends and also our worst enemies.

At death, we will be unburdened. But what happens if we unburden ourselves totally in our private moments? We won’t know who we are, right? And then we will know ourselves for the very first time.

Vicki Woodyard