And giving up is getting old....
Entry #00857
The worry is kind of like that drip down the back of your throat during a head cold. It's not really painfull, and you can forget about it for a while if properly distracted. But suddenly, and constantly, it's still there. Dripping. Nagging. Just get out of my head. Come what may. The best way to lose something, is to be afraid you are going to lose it. I find it a lot easier to be carefree about the things which I do not care about. Now that I care, that drip is back. So, why can't I just let go a little in order to make sure that I hang on? Patience was never my thing. I'm trying to employ that power now, though. Just don't let the patterns repeat, and everything should end up being better than I could have ever imagined. The possibilities are amazing.
The worry is kind of like that drip down the back of your throat during a head cold. It's not really painfull, and you can forget about it for a while if properly distracted. But suddenly, and constantly, it's still there. Dripping. Nagging. Just get out of my head. Come what may. The best way to lose something, is to be afraid you are going to lose it. I find it a lot easier to be carefree about the things which I do not care about. Now that I care, that drip is back. So, why can't I just let go a little in order to make sure that I hang on? Patience was never my thing. I'm trying to employ that power now, though. Just don't let the patterns repeat, and everything should end up being better than I could have ever imagined. The possibilities are amazing.