Every now and then I like to spread a little Black Eyed Peas your way… No, really… I woke up and the anxiety beast was stirrin’. Not really any reason for it. LIKE THERE IS EVER A REASON FOR IT! Shit… really.
So I think to myself… not what a wonderful world, that’s for damn sure. Sorry Louis (Armstrong)! Since there isn’t anything bothering me and all the shit that could be bothering me is OLD SHIT. What should I do???? I don’t wanna sit around with it. I’m grateful as crap for what I have. I’m thankful. I’ve done what I can… I baked another pie for God’s sake! I’ve played with the dog. I’ve worked out.
Work it… work it… where’s my book? Walk away, Jami. Walk away from it! The anxiety will always be there, Girl. The battlefield is always there and so is your life! Fight? Or live it? Fuck, seriously? Take some xanax and tie up the anxiety Orcs in the bag and throw ’em to the side. They can wobble around like weebles all they want, but they can’t hurt you if you don’t play with them. Live your life!
Which brings me to a whole different topic… the whole living life issue. I’m not sure I have one because I’ve never really thought about it much. I’ve been so busy fighting Orcs. But, I’ll go there some other time. That could potentially be a HUGE entry… and also a very anxiety provoking entry… since I’m here trying to rid myself of the bitch… I think I’ll avoid it Thank You Very Much!!!!
I’m off. Thanks for listening… if you are!
Moving on… Me and my dog!!! … and no anxiety beast!