Anxious about anything?
How about sitting down without food or my wife or a drink? Because that’s what happened last night when I tried to just sit down and read. These anxious feelings have happened before, but never to this extent. They have never been this loud, this blackness-decibeled.
I know that I am seriously out of practice. But I will do it again. I will not give in to the anxiety. It is not a signal that what I’m doing is wrong; it is a sign that my body is not used to that amount of de-stress, that much I know. I know that I have read Perks of Being a Wallflower or a Fleming Bond in one sitting. I know that I have enjoyed magazines and Jazz music without care. Once upon a time, I even watched a football game, a TV show, or two.
Now, there is anxiety though. But just like a junk food addict whose body seemingly rejects healthy offerings, being active or fresh air, those signals are not a call to avoidance. They are a first step.
The second step isn’t as high, as far.
The third, even less steep.
In a few days, War and Peace cometh!!! Ok, maybe a few weeks and maybe a short novel… but it COMETH!!!