I become anxious as I visualize myself as a straight line, as if I were faced with the reality that my compulsions prevent me from imagining change in my life.
I imagine myself as a circle, anxiety fits inside, where it becomes manageable.
Circles and lines come together in the creation of something new.
I prefer disruption to a straight line when I’m writing at my desk, where I sometimes feel capable of dealing with my own disorganized states of mind, because experience has taught me that chaos precedes calm.
Inner growth needs its own time. Patience with myself becomes a state of mind.