Have I stopped dreaming?

We use this idea of time much too much as an excuse to not do what we truly want. It’s an easy out. After we utter the sentence, “I don’t have time,” the majority of people around us nod their heads in grave agreement.

But that elusive joy we all seek is so rare and fleeting, we convince ourselves ‘this will be the thing that allows me to finally attain such joy.

Poetry hides nothing.

Introducing a series discussing my own tools for dealing with anxiety. First up: soft light, soothing sounds, and satisfying stories.

Routines are no longer helpful when they become rigidity.