I’m feeling behind. Behind in what exactly, I don’t know. Just behind.
It’s so frustrating because logically I know there is no ‘behind’. I know there is no ‘ahead’, and there is no competition of who gets there fastest (wherever the hell ‘there’ is). Logically, I know there is only now, the place we currently find ourselves, in our own personal journey that is life. But even though I can sit here, write this and intellectualise it until I’m blue in the face, I still don’t believe it. I don’t feel it. I can see the words I’m typing and know they are the truth but there is still something in my brain that niggles away at my subconscious, like a little worm, that says ‘you are behind’.
I also know I am not being irrational.
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