I sit here anxious

I sit here anxious.

Counting ever minute and hour that passes

It’s almost time to go to work tonight.

I’ve been awake since the 9am.

I sit here anxious.

Pondering my life’s choices.

Debating every decision I’ve ever made.

Did I make all the right choices?

Is there something I should be doing instead?

What should I do for the rest of my life?

I’m only 24,

And even though that’s a short time for some.

It feels like an eternity

An eternity is to come too.

I just don’t want to screw up.

I sit here anxious

What is my life supposed to be made of?

🌻❤️-B