I don't know about you but I need to have the things that frustrate me in my life. I need lies and betrayal and adversity and disappointment and hopelessness and expectations and goals and anxiety and neurotic thoughts. Because who am I without them?

My past showed up in a dream the other night. He didn't look the way I remembered him. I can't really tell you how he looked but my dream self knew it was him.

I’m second guessing myself for no good reason. I keep telling myself that I’m not working fast enough, hard enough, good enough. Finding fault with every conceivable thing that I do is driving me crazy.

My ears are picking up everything going on around me. The opening and closing of stalls and room doors, the restless tossing from the other twin bed, the low hum of the space heater near the window.