I am anxious just about all of the time these days. I feel it in a small way that makes a big impact. I feel it and I shut down.
I am afraid to take care of things in a manner that is productive and I hide in the shadows of tasks unfinished... or at least I feel like I do. See, that's the anxiety talking.
I need to pay this bill. But I need a stamp, so it will take a few days to buy one for .50 in the snack shop downstairs.
I need to clean out the fridge. But it will take a few days until I can reconcile that it will take time and energy away from sitting on the couch.
I shouldn't feel anything about these tasks, but I feel everything.
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