Too Much

Sometimes it's like grabbing a handful of sand. You convince yourself that the tighter you squeeze the more you'll be able to hold on to it. You realize that it's just the opposite, but you can't convince your mind of it as the minuscule grains of sand escape the grasp of your clenched fingers and palm.

It's counter intuitive, but you get the impression that you're forcing it. There will be no more square pegs and round holes. From now on, you're committed to just letting things happen "organically." You know, like those tree-huggers, like those flower children, like those yuppies who grocery shop at Whole Foods. You haven't got a care in the world, but that's unsettling. Being without that normal anxiety is like sleeping in another bed, without your pillow and your down blanket. Have fun embracing "change" and don't tell me I didn't warn you when you wake up with a stiff neck from that other pillow.