I woke up today and felt that my mind has not rested and is now eager to start the day... I must have been worrying in my sleep (is that even possible?) . I've been sick with worry about the progress of my work - a predicament made possible and surreal by a demanding and optimistic advisor. I've never been in a situation like this : just when I thought I was doing so well (so I was told), all of a sudden, I realize I still have a long way to go because the goal has just shifted farther yet again.
Worry. How does the brain get itself into this mode when the results from my life's laboratory has shown that nothing's accomplished by worrying? Unfathomable. Somewhere deep down inside me, in my blood, something must have tricked my mind into thinking that I can do something. I'm trying to relinquish control and let the universe tell me what to do. Time and again, crises have wormed their way out and have more often than not burned into a smouldering mass of relief. Nothing's too great if I allow myself to imagine life as little epochs of time; they resolve themselves without my noticing.
My to-do list:
- eradicate worry.
Weekend has come and gone and we had a great time at a birthday party yesterday. Three good things:
- Family
- Carvel ice-cream cake
- Bad language in good humor :P
p.s. inspira, I've changed the font codes - hopefully the color of our posts will come out right without us having to tweak them manually. xo, exp.
1 comment:
mmmmmm, Carvel ice-cream cake. Drool.
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