I sit in a chair waiting;
The anxiety of a doctors office never dissipates.
So basically all of the self discovery books that I’ve studied, meditated over, and applied to my life are wasted on a moment like this.
It’s a simple procedure—I keep telling myself this—yet I can’t shake the fear of the unknown.
I return to the breath; it’s shallow—like my ego—I’ve got more work to do.
It’s remarkable what we learn about ourselves in a hospital waiting room.
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