Put your mind at ease. Life will not leave you behind. In fact, unless you are anchored somewhere life might just take you on a joy ride down the river without a life jacket or a paddle. Maybe a joy ride every now and then is not a bad idea, but as a way of life it is probably ill advised.
If I stop and listen to myself think I have to wonder why the internal dictator has such a lofty and often critical attitude? Am I hearing this drone of antagonism and shame all the time? Where is that happy kid that wants to play with me when all I hear are the mean girls taunting as they followed me home from school. I wonder if they survived the war on drugs. I left town.
Bubbling past me are thoughts, plans, worries and memories. When I stand still I can watch them slip past. I don’t try to justify them anymore. I don’t encourage them either. They are history, or they are fantasy and they appear without my invitation most of the time.
After generations of humanity before me, here I am complete with pre-programmed survival instincts I no longer need. I do not know the first thing about hunting for my next meal, foraging for wild edibles or weaving my own cloth. Alright, so I can crochet and knit and spin fiber but that’s about it.So, my early morning anxieties and late night ruminations don’t really have much purpose. When I acquired the need to review worse case scenarios I was my ancestor, running from some wild animal. I just need to figure out what to wear to work in the morning and remember where I put my keys.
Note to self: breathe, sit beside the stream, stand in it, above it, let it go.