You familiar grey smudge of uncertainty. Who makes me feel anxious even when I also know I am safe, that I am loved, that I can achieve and will achieve today. That grey smudge of lukewarm apathy and insecurity. That grey smudge which sucks all the colour and creativity and light and vibrancy out of the way I see myself and the world.
I don’t like you, grey smudge! Because the world is joyful and vibrant and I choose to see it as so. I know it as so. So hello, but also I’d like to see you less, please.