I could easily spend my days worrying - about a long, possibly endless list of issues. I've spent the last week plauged by self doubt, analysing every facet of my being until I no longer even resemble myself and putting the finishing touches to my core of neuroticism. I loathe being like this. Time to practice not being consumed by anxiety - over what people think of me, over thinking too much, over knowing too little and too much that is irrelevant, over being too honest, not honest enough, over trying to walk the straight and narrow, about whether I measure up or if I'm being apathetic when I don't feel the need to, wishing I were there and not here or here but not being driven by wanting to be there.
Enough!
When I begin to weigh too heavily upon myself - I know it's time to get out and look at some pretty flowers, take bad pictures, get lost in the hedge maze (again) and get chased by some geese.