When Your Internal Orchestra Has One Instrument Out of Tune
Or: Why Your Life Feels Like a Broken WiFi Connection
You know that feeling when six parts of your life are finally clicking, flowing like butter on hot toast you didn’t burn for once in your entire adult life, and then BOOM... there’s that one thing. That seventh something that stands there like an uninvited guest at your personal enlightenment party, arms crossed, refusing to dance with your beautiful new reality even though the music is EXCELLENT and everyone else is having a great time.
Welcome to the magnificent frustration of nervous system interference, gorgeous human.
Your body is basically a divine orchestra, and right now you’ve got six instruments playing the most gorgeous symphony while that seventh one is still warming up, creating this bizarre harmony that’s part angel chorus, part construction site at 7am on a Saturday.
It’s like your internal band decided to perform Beethoven’s 9th, but the triangle player is having an existential crisis and keeps chiming in with what sounds suspiciously like your anxiet…
