Though I have (at least in part) let go of the identity that I am first and foremost a writer, I see that I have only released it in thought, not really in action: I still approach my day with writing as the core of my work. And I see now that this approach is getting in the way of my expansion. It feels strange to say this. I intend to set this habit down now, because greater things are demanding my attention. There's a heaviness to the practice now. What I set down and later pick up again will be two different things.
Similarly, I have asked myself, again and again and again: Would I be willing to put Free Refills down if I deemed that it was no longer serving? The answer has to be yes, but the prospect of it makes me feel scared, makes me feel like I am betraying something, perhaps that I am betraying myself. But that can't be right. If it were true, the self I'm betraying is an old self, no longer me. And, honestly, I think the old me would welcome any move I could make into greater fullness.