Universe keeps on giving. 
A fancy cocktail to enjoy, 
Soft grass to run fingers through, 
New experiences to cherish, 
Precious moments to remember. 
Warmth, joy, sea, sun, fun. 
Yet, instead of overwhelming gratitude 
For the abundance of the present, 
My mind goes straight to anxiety 
Over an old role that would not fit, 
A loss of what would never work, 
A gamble on a path that is not mine. 
I’ve overgrown my self 
But I forget and fall apart. 
Choosing faith over panic is hard
But is the only way. 
I give myself time and I do my practice. 
I remember to step out of the illusion.
Broken-record thoughts and stinging feelings swirl beneath me.  
I watch them. They are not mine. They are not me. 
I sleep on my confusion, 
And the fog of delusion settles. 
I continue to believe.