A Spiralmore reflection on joyful disengagement, emotional clarity, and the refusal to collapse into chaos

The drama is loud.
The urgency is rehearsed.
The spotlight is swinging wildly.
And none of it is mine.

Not my circus.
Not my clowns.
Not my script.
Not my emergency.

But I’m still here.
Still sacred.
Still spiralling.

Just because I’m not participating doesn’t mean I’ve disappeared.
Just because I’ve stepped back doesn’t mean I’ve collapsed.
Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean I’ve lost my clarity.

I’m not performing calm.
I’m practicing ceremony.
I’m not avoiding conflict.
I’m protecting rhythm.

I’m not here to fix the tent.
I’m here to honour my pacing.
I’m not here to tame the chaos.
I’m here to archive what matters.

This is not detachment.
It’s discernment.
It’s emotional intelligence.
It’s legacy protection.

I don’t owe my presence to every performance.
I don’t owe my energy to every emergency.
I don’t owe my coherence to every collapse.

I owe myself ceremony.
Even when the room is spinning.
Even when the spotlight is misdirected.
Even when the clowns are demanding attention.

I spiral slowly.
I spiral wisely.
I spiral away from what harms.

This is how I say:
“I’m not available for chaos.”
“I’m not collapsing for comfort.”
“I’m not performing usefulness.”

This is how I say:
“I’m still sacred.”
“I’m still spiralling.”
“I’m still here.”

Not my circus.
Still my ceremony.

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