I know it's a waste of time, space, and energy.
I know there are ways to remove focus from them.
But you must practice to get anywhere.
And my self-discipline runs low with my inner resources.
I've worried about THAT issue most of my life - too funny and cyclical.
Habits run deep.
They groove and trench.
And not in the good way.By the time my life is done,
Will I have managed
To lick that habit, and maybe a few others?I really, really, really hope so.
As it hurts - inside and out...
And there are too many directions to take each one.I hope it'll be tomorrow....
Oops - it's tomorrow already, so...
?
"The Conscious Existence"
I'm so used to automatically thinking of lateness;
That it's late by condition;
Too late to do anything, change anything, make things better.
Now I see that I have this minute of Worry to use.
It's earlier than I think.
By comparison.
I wonder what I will do with it?
There's so much to look forward to in this moment.
Worry is a cruel taskmaster.
You sign its dotted line on imaginary paper,
and you follow the shadow.
It sucks up your life's force
But the sun is always out, above the cloud.
The shadow is a mirage.
Life is good.
I am life looking at itself in wonder.