I know, I live it, I fear it, I breathe it, yet I have failed to master it. I have failed to uncover its origin or its reason, but I have surely deciphered its tactics.

It creeps around in my mind like a never-ending panoramic view of things to do, things to re-do, things to try to do, and things to remember to never to do again.

There it goes, wading, waiting for me to hit. For it pushes, and pulls, and screams, and picks.

And, there I am, pushing and pulling and screaming and picking right back.

However, as I continuously scan and assess these images in attempt to analyze their every move and motive, I find myself remembering.

I remember that this image will not persist. Eventually, it must diminish. And finally, there will emerge a new image.

And, when that image appears, I will check off all the things to do, the things to re-do, the things to try to do. For, when that image comes, I will just be.

I will just be. I will just be. For a moment, I must just be.

Then out of the corner of my eye I will notice it wading back into sight, and, with a bit of resistance and a disconcerting amount of comfort, I will being to push, to pull, to scream, to pick. When that image reaches my line of sight, I will do, re-do, try to do, and I will remember.

I will remember that this image will not persist. Eventually, it must diminish. And finally, there will once again be a new image.

And then, I remember, that is when I will just be. I will just be. I must just be.

But for now, I will just stress.