stopping to think is simultaneously the best and worst thing I can do.
at night, or in the early morning, if I think about all there is to do the next day my heart will race, my eyes won’t close and I can’t breathe properly. I have to call on my practiced techniques to calm my pulse and quietly listen to each of my limbs and muscles falling into rest.
during the day, when I’m in the thick of it I realize that every single minute must be lived. there is no force causing them to sped up. there is nothing to make them extra slow, to make me find more things to fill them with. things take time and I have time. I have things to do and I have time in which to do them. If I am realistic and relaxed, I can stay a peaceful course.
so when there is nothing I must think of nothing, and when there is everything, I must think of that, too. otherwise I’ll drown.
