imaginarycircus

My mother used to make me watch all the Mel Brooks movies. She used to love to sing the High Anxiety song, probably because she was biploar II and agoraphobic. She liked that kind of ironic humor.

I'm not usually troubled by anxiety, but I feel like there is SOOOO much riding on the work I am doing this week that I feel all wiggly in my guts and am unable to start doing the work as I mapped it out.

I thought maybe if I posted about my stress I could set it aside instead of letting it eat my brain. So here I go. The last nine chapters...

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