May is here and with her she brings a fair bit of anxiety.
Why sneak up on me like that? Where did you even come from, May, and what did you do to all the ones that came before? Because I sure don’t know where they went and now I kind of have this feeling they got all tangled up and thrown into the ocean. You didn’t have the audacity to also put them in a plastic bag, did you? Because sure, some of them weren’t the best, but they are still very much deserving of oxygen and I might want to revisit them at some point.
You know, to check up, reminisce, remember the good times. Maybe lighten the bad ones up a bit, grab a glass of wine or two and just laugh about the whole thing.
I really don’t like holding grudges and I hate leaving things unsettled and unsaid. It does a number on my health.
So, I’m glad you’re here, but if you threw the others out on your way in -kindly retrieve them before proceeding with whatever it is you’re here to do.
You can do it. I believe in you.
Deep down, you are good. I can feel it in my bones.
Oh, and welcome.
(This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s SoCS. Today’s prompt is “may” and can be used in any way, as long as the writing is stream of consciousness. Join in if you’d like!)