Have you ever tried to force things to happen because you felt this incredible urge to get things done? I am doing this as I type this very sentence. On my plate is a list and I am so scared I won’t finish all my items. I am self-sabotaging myself and I am so sick of it.
I am all over the place today. I am focusing on a million things at once. I have my writing binder, a notepad for my negative thoughts, my bill binder, music in my ears, and a charging kindle. It all seems to crowd upon me. It is almost as if I am in an enchanted forest – a foreigner on land to where I don’t belong. I try to remain calm, but the creatures of the forest inch closer, drooling, snarling, awaiting for the cue to pounce and devour me whole.
I am not sure how to escape. Perhaps a hero will save me. Perhaps a rope will fall from above, or a sword will glimmer in the distance. I should close my eyes and hope it all goes away. Or I should try to focus on on snarling creature at a time.
Once I figure out how to save myself, I’ll let you know.
