Life: In Progress

Isn’t it always about me?    All I can do is smile on the inside and by typing.

I wonder about me sometimes.  Am I doing … correctly?  … meaning whatever, mostly life.  Am I performing according to the way others wish?   Am I caring too much and pondering something without reason?

I wonder about my head space and when I will feel differently.  I am making mountains out of mole hills, I am getting upset over the smallest things, I am not a person to be reckoned with, I want to run away from myself.

When I’m here, there is no other place to go, but sleep.

Where Me gets rest   And smiles on the inside.