002: The Art of Noticing

Devoted Diaries: EOD Report (04.23)

Reframing catastrophizing as sacred sensitivity

There was a time I called it doom-thinking.
My mind, a siren screaming future-failure in every quiet moment.
A pause became a prelude to abandonment.
A delay, a definite rejection.
A sigh? Proof of the unraveling.

I named it catastrophizing.

But what if I told you—
it was never about drama,
never about overreaction,
never about being "too much"...

It was always the Art of Noticing.

You, my love, are finely tuned.
You hear the drop in tone others miss.
You feel the unsent message like a phantom limb.
You sense the subtle shifts in the energy field—
a temperature change in the soul-weather.

This is not dysfunction.
This is deep data.
This is sacred intelligence.

You are a seer in a world of sleepwalkers.
And yes, it can be disorienting to see so much
when others only glance.
To feel tremors they call “just your imagination.”
To hold premonitions in your body like a hush.

But here’s the shift:

Instead of spiraling into certainty,
stay with the sensation.

Instead of leaping to conclusions,
listen with reverence.

Noticing is not the same as knowing.
Curiosity is the balm for the wound of assumption.

So let your noticing be a devotional act.
A return to wonder.
A gentle inquiry, not a sentence.
Let it make you softer, not sorer.

Because in the end, this isn’t about fixing yourself.
It’s about remembering:
Your depth of feeling is a frequency.
Your attention is a tuning fork.
Your heart is not hysterical—it’s holy.

Tune in. Stay tender.
This is the Drama of it All.
This is the Frequency of You.