I said out loud one morning that I should just stay home and make my own coffee, and then I drove into town anyway and got told off by a stranger in a creperie. Here's what came through afterward about going your own way, why the old frameworks are coming down, and why it's safe to move without knowing exactly what comes next.

For years I could walk into a room and feel everyone else's mood before I could find my own, until I couldn't tell which feelings were even mine anymore. Here's what I finally understood about not being able to hear myself: it wasn't that my intuition had gone missing. It was that I was full of energies that were never mine to begin with.