itchy brain
I find myself in a place where struggle and complacency live as inmates. Neither do I feel comfortable with my achievements nor do I know what outcomes I truly desire. I think back to times when simplicity was my goal and I sought to enjoy the moment for what it’s fleeting worth. Today, ambitions get the best of me and each day is a see-saw of task-cramming and mental escape.
My brain is on autopilot and the chance to reflect on my circumstances has not come to visit with any regularity. In a moment of anxiety I might stop to think, “what am I doing?” But the answer is not even attempted for fear of what might be revealed.
My brain is on autopilot and the chance to reflect on my circumstances has not come to visit with any regularity. In a moment of anxiety I might stop to think, “what am I doing?” But the answer is not even attempted for fear of what might be revealed.