It happened again the other day, a Sunday, a day that should have started filled with hope.

Inexplicably, it did not start this way. As I came to conscious my spirit was at low ebb. So much to do, so many loose ends. And this at 7:57am.

Reflecting further, maybe it’s quite explainable. After decades of worry, this is my default mindset.

Reflexive ebb of esteem, confidence, into the void flows doubt, things not done, worry…

And then gradually, mostly, I gain control again, and can proceed again, and knowing it will come again.