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I’m freakin out.
I lay on Jerry’s air mattress not able to sleep.
Am I really doing this?
I don’t have enough money.
I’m not in good enough shape.
I won’t see my lady in so long (again).
I wonder if there is a level of anxiety for everything. And if you do that thing there will be that much anxiety. Period. Since I have that anxiety it is feeling towards the things I’m under prepared for. But if those were “where I want them” would I still have anxiety?
See everything’s fine. Now I can finally go to sleep.
I AM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT
At least my alarm is seconds away.
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Mike was born in Queen, New York to a blue collar family. An avid self educator, artist, and traveler he’s traveled around the globe three times while immersing himself in the culture of 48 different countries and counting. Read about his journeys and musings here.
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