That subtle edgy fear bubbling beneath the surface
On a mission to control
You know it right?
It’s busy looking for just a bit more momentum from you
So it can bubble right up
Seep into your day
Mess with your mood
Does it serve any useful purpose?
Does it make you any better, faster, more efficient?
Or maybe it just poisons your peace.
Jinxes your joy.
Fucks with your flow.
Maybe getting still and listening to it is the answer.
Like you would a frightened little child
Or maybe you tell the child in you
That it doesn’t need to fear those bubbles
That you’ve got this.
She can continue to play, shine, thrive…
Those bubbles are actually pretty harmless.
Or maybe you could write about it
Observe it all with lightness and wonder
Smile at how seriously you’ve been taking it for a minute.
And then get back to play
Your natural state.
Calm like the ocean
Free like the bird
Flowing like the river
That feels more like truth.