I am already working on a coping project to be able to better support the transition towards another state of mind… the funeral for my older heart.

The new visibility prospect to realize the required transition phase has rendered this previous mentioned task as high priority work. And it is a serious amount of work to place yourself, the older version of you, in a wooden box labeled with generic and faded labels of joy or sorrow and move on. But sometimes moving on is the only ambition left and your last resort for (re)initialization.

As killing spontaneity is truly forbidden by any integration authority I would subscribe to the next wild wave of high expectations… and I would finally enjoy the ride.