Anxiety

I am trying to finalize some of the fellowship applications. A painstaking process, no doubt. But hopefully, after Dec. 1, I will have some respite. The next deadline is not until December 31st. Hang in there, I keep telling myself. But I am anxious because I haven't had a chance to write much. I have scribbled a poem for Rachel's class, I have been writing the essays for the applications. But that's all. I am beginning to realize how dependent I have become on writing not just for expressing myself or reacting, but it's the only kind of therapy that works for me. Cooking helps too, but only in very limited ways. I am anxious to go back to writing poems and stories.