Fogginess

Image taken during this morning’s walk.

Today, my mind feels like the world around me. Foggy. Unclear.

Peaceful.

The anxiety only arises within when I feel as though I need it to be otherwise.

I want to be productive. I want to find powerful words to share here and to have the energy to declutter the garage today and make banana bread.

Instead, I sit with fingers hovered over the keyboard and my mind dreaming about the mist outside.

I know that this fog will eventually drift away.

To try to push through it in my mind feels like trying to walk outside and huff and puff and blow the misty droplets away. Such a waste of precious breath.

So I sit with my coffee, my thoughts, the laptop,

an on-again, off-again anxiety that this post isn’t good enough, the work I’m doing isn’t good enough, these messy words aren’t enough ….

my breath,

and the fog.

And so goes this morning’s practice.