carry on.

I can speak out of turn.  Or do something wrong.  I am human after all.  It's what humans do.  They make mistakes.
I wish that logic could be that simple for my mind to grasp.  But anxiety usually takes over.  Always takes over.
I ruminate.  Stew. Question my intentions.  What at that exact moment of indiscretion I was thinking, doing. Always a question of why.  I beat myself up.  Wonder when and if I will suffer forever for what I have done. Over and over I go over myself.   An endless cycle.
I think that sometimes it would great to be JUST human.  To be like those who can brush it off.  Go about your day.  Learn from mistakes and carry on.
Carry on.


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