A Bit to Read

(AI image of a very poorly-drawn rollercoaster with the passenger shouting “Aaah!)

The morning started with fog, but that lifted, leaving diffuse, soft clouds tinged with gold, framing patches of blue.

Not bad for a morning in February.

If only just.

I’ve noticed lately that every morning, my baseline of anxiety is higher. I wake up close to frazzled.

That can’t be healthy.

I guess I’d manage to erase, somewhat, this sense of perpetual impending doom from the last time we rode this rickety, awful ride. I did slide right onto another one with my mom’s health and eventually passing, but I guess when your body gets a chance to shed it, it sheds it.

Here we are again, just like the first time.

I will never understand how there’s a second.

Everyone I ask is anxious, more so than their normal. For obvious and valid reasons too, clearly.

I’m not sure how we tame an involuntary survival response or even if we should want to. Because, you know, survival.

But physically, we’re not designed for it. And we will burn ourselves out, candles with no more wax.

It’s a heavy metaphor morning. Must be the clouds.

The key is not to lose ourselves in all of this. Easy to write; harder to do. Perhaps we’ll figure it out together.

Have a great Thursday.