Sometimes I walk through my days internally stressed, afraid and worried about nothing in particular and everything at once. It's old energy coiled up inside me, triggered and activated by a memory, a dream or a glimpse of my past. I feel overwhelmed, stirred up, unsettled and then frustrated, because I let myself be dragged around by my thoughts. And I love it all the same, because I'm more aware I'm doing it than I ever was before. Going backwards is an impossibility, so every time old energy rustles up to push itself through, I enjoy the resulting realization of who I've now become.