You can't rip the skin off the snake.

[lovelyregret]

For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself.

___________

Oh, the anxiety sets in.

It feels a little like a screwdriver in my gut, turning
just a little and waiting for me to get used to it, and
then turning and tightening a little bit more as soon as
I've learned how to deal.

Even now, sitting quietly at my computer with my cats in
my lap, M. Ward playing in the background, my pulse is at
84bpm (yes, I counted) which is much, much higher than my
usual resting pulse.

thump thump thump THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

NoMoneyLeft thump thump thump
FiveMorePapersDue thump thump
FriendsInTrouble THUMP THUMP THUMP
LosingMyJobWhenIGraduate THUMP THUMP

LC, get a grip!

This has been helping me every morning, though, because
it's the first thing I see when I wake up, right below
my calendar:

You've got to go at the rate you can go.
You wake up at the rate you wake up.
You're finished with your desires
at the rate
you finish with your desires.
The disequilibrium comes into harmony
at the rate it comes into harmony.


You can't rip the skin off the snake.
The snake must moult the skin.

shaanti shaanti shaanti
It will be okay.