Frying my brain…. without drugs.

Who new that this was possible.  But it’s exactly what’s happened and it’s not as fun.  So what’s this new way of frying my brain?  Reading… that’s what.  And not just reading some lame ol’ fiction book or some girly mag… but some really tough sh*t.  I’ve been diving into religions of the world and spiritual books.  I’ve been reading old classics like “Walden”… which let me tell you is tough to read.  No one writes like that anymore.  But the message is fabulous so I push through.

Then there’s the fact that I feel like I’ve been hit with vertigo stemming from having the religious rug pulled out from under me.  It’s a strange feeling to change the way you see things.  Knowing that the truth isn’t *out there* but it’s *in here*… yet, still having to take baby steps to trust that knowledge because it’s such a new revelation and experience.

So all of this new input is frying my brain.  It’s so much to process.  I’ve never used my brain in quite this way before.  I’ve actually taken the last week and just vegged-out to give myself a break from some of it.  I watched a lot of good movies and am catching up on the past seasons of Medium (on of my favorite shows) before the new season starts in January.