But the present me, the one living in the event which had already taken place, became distracted by the memory of the present.
I used that sentence above to describe the feeling of Deja vu. But I think there is another kind of deja vu.
I find myself doing what I have done, what I have done repeatedly over years and years, responding in destructive ways to the circumstances around me.
The present me, living in the event with has already taken place, goes into the choreograph of dysfunction.
I have said this same yes, accepted the same false accusation, taken the unfair burden many many times before and when this carousel comes round again, I see it and do it again like a a sleepwalker.
But I can choose. I don’t have to vu my deja again. I can be smarter than I have been.