Below the surface.
Things are going on below the surface that I don’t understand or know how to address.
I have this strange feeling, is it worry, or concern, or…?
I feel all tight and constricted. Unexpectedly anxious. And I feel completely fine and like nothing is going on.
I’m not sure what it is but it is there and because it is happening below the surface I don’t quite know what to do in response.
I wonder if I am waiting for the other shoe to drop?
Surely things can’t be this good? Something bad must be about to happen? Life can’t be this much fun?
It seems strange but I think that might be it.
I feel content.
Things are going well.
I feel frightened just writing that.
It seems sadistic to get all anxious about this.
I mean, sure, something could go wrong. But worrying about it doesn’t make it more or less likely to happen it just decreases how much I am enjoying the good bit.
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