Day 88: Vritti O'Clock
Yesterday, I went on a journey through my Vrittis.
It’s funny - because I just wrote a Substack about how I’ve been deeply dis-identifying with my Vrittis (thought spirals) and Prakriti (the material world) lately. Reading it back now, I can see I was trying to gaslight myself. I wasn’t unbothered. I was spiritually bypassing a very real emotional experience, trying to convince myself I had transcended pain that was still living in my body.
Here’s the story. And yes - it involves Mr. Vritti (Mr. Jack Pot , Mr. Meditation, Rocket Man, Mr. Mantra, The Meow-ditator, The Rational Mystic, the-guy-i-like-that-i-feel-safe-with, him (the crush)) (who you may have noticed was conspicuously absent from yesterday’s Substack).
Earlier this week, I had a Zoom birthday breakfast with Jenn (my dear friend staying at my house) and Mr. Vritti. I joked that Jenn is kind of my “boyfriend” right now - cooking for me, keeping the house cozy, breathing love into this space that’s been quiet and empty. She teased that she’s just subbing in for Mr. Vritti. I quickly corrected her - he’s not my boyfriend (because we haven’t had that conversation yet!).
Yesterday morning, I texted him something vulnerable: