Quiet of the Soul

The above concept has become something very important to me of late. After 26 years, being frantic about unimportant things is losing its appeal. Oh, I still do it, but I no longer feel justified in doing it. Since as long as I can remember, too much input coming in too fast seriously unnerves me. My brain can't handle it; the cerebrum shuts down and the reptilian brain takes over, lashing out. There is merit to steady, sustained energy. Jefferson wrote that it was the key to happiness. I've never agreed. I wonder now.