I get very anxious about time.
There doesn’t seem to be enough of it these days.
I hate losing hours on my weekends because it brings the weekdays that much nearer.
I am also very aware of getting older and how I’m no where I imagined I might be at this age. I am young still in many ways, but I feel as though time is running out on me.
It would seem that no amount of breathing can unknot my stomach tonight. My mind is caught somewhere in the future and it is making my body anxious. I can’t seem to reel my thoughts in, or let the future go.
I think the only thing for me is sleep.