November 26, 2016 § 11 Comments
Worry doesn’t knock. It knows where you hide the key. Stumble out of sleep and, if it hasn’t climbed into bed with you, you will find it in its usual spot at the kitchen table, leaning on its elbows.
Might as well pour it a cup of coffee.
All day long worry steps on your heels, messes with you. It makes sure the car cranks like it isn’t going to start. It does, but not before adrenaline spikes. It sends text messages. It writes newspaper headlines. It keeps you distracted, ensuring that you misplace your glasses.
Worry runs the same movie over and over in a continuous loop behind whatever else is going on. It never serves popcorn.