My questions are many… without any help from me. I don’t try to think them up… they simply are. They invade my brain without permission.
Sometimes there’s not much depth to them and the answers are easy… yes, I think I will add cheese to my salad.
Or even if they have depth, the ebb and flow is manageable and I have enough energy to process them and reach a place of peace.
Other times they come too fast and furious for me to process them all… or maybe it’s that I’m too lazy to seriously think about them, because seriously thinking is hard work.
So I focus on something else and avoid them.
But they don’t actually leave, they continue dancing around the edge of my mind waiting for a moment when I’m willing to give them the due process they deserve.
I find myself feeling overwhelmed, even beginning to feel depressed.
And I realize avoiding the questions is the reason.
Often the best place for me to give questions the energy, time and process they deserve is when my body is motion.
So I’m thinking now is a good time for a run.
Later