I don’t know.
I don’t know how to feel. How to bring my emotions up to the level of my awareness and breathe them out.
I don’t know what I feel. Am I anxious? Stressed? Hurt? Angry? There is a mishmash of emotions and all of them edged but not as much as in the recent past. There are things gnawing at me, mild distress over choices made that apparently went wrong, feeling judged, feeling wrong.
I don’t know if I’m wrong or right. Where do my actions sit on the appropriate line? Does it even matter? Probably not. It isn’t a global catastrophe or even a localized one. Just a sense of unsettled and unright. Which is not the same as wrong.
I don’t know if there’s anything more to do. Should I do more? Should I care? Should I do less?
Should I walk away?
How do I put down the little worries? How do I put down the second guessing? How do I walk away from the endless considerations of possibilities?
I don’t know.
And that, Dear Self, is living.