Lost & Found

Anxiety and boredom are so frustratingly intertwined.


Who am I?

What am I supposed to do?

What do I like doing?

Do I pray?

Do I strategize and plan?

Do I ask an expert?

Am I supposed to handle this myself?

Do I even bother looking for road signs when I’m not even sure it’s a road I’m on?


I have to remind myself that this is worth saying because of me. Not you. You are a distraction. A pressure. A distant and distorted sense of self worth.

The word “lost” comes to mind. Then husband reminds me of how much I’ve found.




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