is meditating telling yourself about yourself?

it feels like listening to yourself listen to yourself?

this past week, i was able to admit

-that i was having a bad week,,,

but i felt a strange strength in my limitation, being honest to myself–

(a rare occasion?)

seeing one’s interior clearly takes some time–

sorting things,

waiting,

seeing if

things evolve,

then re-sorting—>>

before resorting to:

all good, thinks come too, and N–