The snapping wasn’t so loud. It wasn’t like a tree being felled by the wind. It wasn’t a snap like a bullet whizzing by. I wasn’t like the one time I sat on a 15 year old plastic lounge hair and we immediately fell to the ground. It wasn’t like a fighter jet hitting the afterburner.
It was more like a ream of paper. Have you ever stacked a ream of paper? It takes a while. While each sheet is added, there doesn’t seem to be much progress.
It’s the kind of snap, when you become alert of the world around you. When you’ve drifted off somewhere. When you come back, you’re not even sure where you were, but… you’re back. You’re on the bus, and buildings are whizzing by, and all of a sudden you’re two stops away from home.
The snap is disorienting. You’re almost afraid. You feel vulnerable. You might feel shame. Shame. Shame can be a powerful motivator.
You don’t know, what you don’t know. Now you know. It just needs time to settle in. You need time to settle in to the new.
I can’t quite remember what the world used to looked like, but it’s not the same. It’s like my roommates’ last hair cut: something new is going on up there. Something snapped.
Uncommon Brew 
I am glad you have come out of your hollow log……It is different indeed