Journaling Reads:

Don’t let the pajamas fool you. This is a self portrait of a woman who is incapable of relaxing. Her mind goes a million miles an hour, and every back burner in her brain is bubbling over. She over thinks, over analyzes, and is frequently overwrought. She is usually a pretty nice person; she tries to be pleasant, but in every situation, whether fun or difficult, she is constantly a ball of high strung nervous energy. She has trouble focusing on the now, and is a total planner- even when she knows that the best laid plans don’t last. Don’t get me wrong, this woman is a consummate escapist- she can check out from reality at the drop of a hat, losing herself in a book, a project or inside her own overactive imagination. But to be in the now and be calm- it is almost unheard of. Neurotic and edgy, she goes through her days wondering what it feels like to be relaxed. It doesn’t do her any good to be this way. She gets hives from stress and becomes irritable. Earlier this week she was wound so tightly she had to go in for a shot of muscle relaxant to stop a crippling headache. It is self destructive to be this tense. Her husband asked her, “Can’t you just wipe your mind? Make it blank?” No, no, no. She has no idea how to do that. Like Ray Steven’s Butterfly In a Coupe De Ville, she is fluttering so frantically she can’t stop to see the way out.