Below the surface.

Dear Self,

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’m happy.

I feel content.

Things are going well.

Really 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.

Who knows?


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