...A Pocas Palabras

Ode to Anxiety My body has learned a new trick And because it is so enthusiastic about the things it learns  It tries it… and tries it…  Everyday… Anytime possible… I can feel it  Right now Attempting to cut my own breath As if invisible inside claws held my throat tighter and tighter Letting go at times And going back to the choking after deciding I’ve had my fair share of O2  I don’t need to see them I feel them alright. Anxiety,  (They call it online) Obsessive thoughts,  Panic attacks,  Depression…  Derived from unresolved issues from the past Triggered by new issues in my present. Attacks From the inside... By my enemy Myself. © Grecia Albornoz 2019

Just a random conversation in a random office:  -“I don’t necessarily hate my job, you know? I just think it isn’t something worth doing for so many hours a day… It’s a creativity killer. One cannot act mechanically for so many hours, It’s diminishing! One must explore! But don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful to have a job  I’m just not thrilled about doing what I do 8 hrs a day, everyday.  Sitting in front of a computer, calculating fares, answering the same questions Over and over... And this perfectionism culture! One cannot take pride on it.  Perfection is far from human nature! But someone has to do this! They say... I SAY... let a machine do it for us! It won’t have an anxiety attack  when people yell at them on the phone for a fare too expensive or for something they lost or for being too angry at their own crappy day feeling you’re the best option to vent their anger!!! It won’t suffer from stress for not meeting sales goals!!! It won’t