There is something strange about consciousness being able to wonder about consciousness.

Something in you is aware of being aware, capable of turning back on itself and finding the whole arrangement puzzling. Whatever consciousness is, it is the only thing you have ever encountered from the inside, and it is the one thing you cannot get outside of to examine. The loop is genuinely odd, and familiarity is the only reason it does not stop you daily.

Sit with the strangeness for a minute rather than resolving it. Notice that you are noticing. It is not a problem to be solved this week, and having it in view occasionally changes the texture of ordinary experience more than most deliberate practices do.