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 anxiety from three years ago. Every time the rest of you builds to a crescendo of “I’ve finally got my life together,” that triangle goes DING with a memory of that time you embarrassed yourself at a work party in 2019.
Your nervous system is reorganizing around a capacity it hasn’t held before. Your vagus nerve is learning new patterns. Your tissue is releasing old holding while your fascia is still gripping ancient templates. The glitch isn’t a bug. It’s the space between who you were and who you’re becoming, and that space makes noise.
The thing is, you’re not broken. You’re just re-gridding for a voltage your system hasn’t held before. Fancy speak for “Congratulations! You’ve upgraded your life software, but there’s still one program running Windows 95 in the background, making everything glitch like a TikTok that won’t load.” Your operating system is buffering, darling, and that buffering is creating some seriously interesting interference patterns in your actual physical body.
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This essay grew up and moved out. It lives in Fear & Fire: A Somatic Field Guide to Your Sacred Disasters now.
The full text is in print. A book with a spine, a cover, and a body that holds the whole thing.




GAH! I love your writing. Really really. Thank you for giving practical solutions and also making me smile. So inspiring!