I woke up again with that feeling of near-dread, almost-anxiety and sort of free-floating fear-slash-worry. It happens almost every day. It's not so much a thought as an experience, like I'll never be able to get it all done, like there's just too much to do and I'll never be big, good or motivated enough to make "it all" happen (whatever "it all" may be).

Most mornings, I just push it aside like the blankets. But today I laid there in bed and visited with it for a while and asked what it had to tell me. It said, "What if I never go away? What will you do then? What will you do if I am with you every morning for the rest of your life?"