There’s so much going on right that it’s hard to find a moment to stop and catch a thought. I don’t really want to write something half-arsed (because who does), but at the same time I want to make sure I write something every day to be able to look back at the snapshots and be reminded of the flavour of the feeling.

It’s always been interesting to me that days blend together so much that it’s only a rare few among us who can say ‘ah yes, Tuesday 22nd September 2016? I remember it well my child; I went to the post office and on the way back I bought meself a nice pasty. It were raining as I recall. It’s the day I realised I had to replace me shoelaces because one had snapped.’

We’re there for every day of our lives, but they all smudge into this one long trail of ideas and feelings and memories, and we just have this general sense of ‘being’ somewhere in the middle of it all.

Like how you can start worrying about something, then forget the thing, but keep the worry. We have this pervading sense of experience that continues in spite of events and situations bouncing off us like water off a ship’s hull. I don’t think I’m profound in saying that a lot of the anxiety we experience is just build-up upon build-up of unresolved situations, often innocuous in isolation, but like plaque build-up on yer choppers becomes a problem over time. We brush our teeth; let’s also scrub our minds.

Reflexive thinking, meta-cognition, mindfulness, whatever you want. Just keep track of the things you’re picking up along the way, and when it feels like it’s getting heavy just stop. Have a look at what you’ve got. See if there’s anything you could put down. You probably don’t need the wardrobe from when you were 7, I don’t want to hear otherwise.

Have a bloody lovely day.

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