Over the years I’ve grown so very accustomed to the characteristics of my own anxiety. The way it proliferates from one moment to the next, covering everything within miles of me. The way it creates a blanket of denseness, leaving me confused and mapless. How, after knowing it for so long, I’ve come to admire its unusual fierce quality, its way of entering regardless of being uninvited—it stays the course and casts large shadows across the landscape, changing everything it comes in contact with. The way its taught be how to be a student of allowing and letting go, even though these are the qualities I most lack. And, mostly, how it has orchestrated my life’s course as an example of how one forces oneself to gain a new perspective because one has nowhere else to go.
No Big Whoop,
Sally the Shaky Student