Speaking of Anxiety...

I started out on this journey carrying a crushing burden on my back. Is it really any wonder I fell down? Now it is the minutiae of my day that is the miracle. Others can see no reason to be proud of the ability to make a phone call or ask a question in a shop without self-consciousness or to write a crazy-ass blog for that matter. Others can see no reason to be proud of so mundane a life.

"So what do you do?"

"I survive and thrive and nurture and create. I love and I am loved. I am a boon to the universe."

I'll say that one day, in five, ten or fifteen years, although I may be drunk when I do.

"So what do you do?"

"I am a boon to the universe."

"Ah, fascinating. That's a nice little niche you've found yourself there."

"Oh yes, indeed. The hours are long and the money's not great, but at the end of a long day, there's nothing better than to lay back with a self-satisfied smile and feel oneself supported by countless shining stars and planets."

"Nice work if you can get it."

"Mmmm. What is it you do again? It seems to have slipped my mind entirely. Never mind, I think I need another glass of wine."

I have a petty little soul, but I chip away at it when I can.