meet mr. worry

Sometimes I lay awake at night and my thoughts just run amok. I worry about these decisions I make- and do not make. I worry about the standstill, about running too fast, and not getting anywhere.

I worry about the leavings, the partings and the staying. I worry about not doing enough, about doing too much.

Most of all, I worry about the rightness of this.

I'm not used to this helplessness, to this not knowing. I've been taught to always do something about things, to look for solutions, to seek out answers to "what are you doing about it?"

Alas, there are some things you just have to let go. Especially if you can't put a finger to what it is.

Damn this existential nattering. Must be the weather.

*picture from a children's book on, appropriately enough, OCD. By Albert Whitman, 2004.