Being Human

It feels as if I've been under water awhile, deciding whether to resurface or not.

I've let things. . .life in general. . .overwhelm me.

Tensions and worries and a general freezing down.

All reasons to scold myself;

shake fingers at and tell myself to get over it. Now.

Pretty impatient of me, but true. Why do I expect that there's no good reason for me

to feel less than "up" all the time?

I'm human too.

So what if I was once a nun? Merely human is okay.

Time to look in the mirror and hug myself.