It doesn’t take much for my neural pathways to light up like a September storm.
Just the smallest piece of beauty: a conversation; a book; the way the light dances on the river.
Doses of euphoria, meaning + insight cascade.
I am so easily amused.
But then… it takes not much more before it is too much stimulation.
My brain becomes foggy, I start to shut down, I need to process the backlog.
Sensitivity is a balancing act.