I catch myself obsessing over efficiency
Carrying in my mind plans and ideas
I do it because it pays off
Most often
In my exhausted state
I only rev my engine
But make no progress
Occasionally I recognize the fretting
As anxious thoughts
Like a bad dream
When I am lucid enough
To recognize that this is not reality
I have never had a nightmare.
I stopped myself in bad dreams
And saw the truth and my heart calmed
I even woke myself up
with such clarity and confidence
So in my waking nightmare of stress
Of doing too much
I listen to lies about my purpose my worth
Until I see my ineffectiveness
And push the breaks
Anxiety or nightmares
Asleep or awake
Spiraling 🌀
But I do know which way is up
So if I ground myself into the Truth
If I am honest with myself
I remember where I come from
And where I’m going