Evelyn,
The truth “I am not my thoughts”, seemed reinforced by writing them down and observing them as an external thing. Your observation of the flow of thoughts changing, becoming quieter as you followed them also rang true in my experience.
I didn’t write about the selection process of what I wrote and what I didn’t write but I appreciate your articulating that part of the process. For me, on one hand it felt like picking flowers from a field of possibilities, on the other, like wanting to hide something in the closet when my mom was coming in the door. As you said “who am I really hiding from?”