can be the root to today’s anxiety, the anchor, so to speak. When it’s too far a reach to find anxiety in the breakfast to-be, the drive to work yet to be driven, or the water cooler chatter that is meant to happen five hours from now with the colleagues five hours too distant, a reliable reservoir of anxiety is questioning the timing and quality of your next breath. Begin with that when the street light creeps through the bedroom curtain, and you are wide awake and are in search of a thought to fill the void.
Aren’t I ever the optimist?
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