Am I always looking for something to be wrong?

You know the song in Hamilton, when Angelica’s singing at Alexander and Eliza’s wedding…and then again when they find out about his affair, with the chorus of —“You will never be satisfied?”

What if that’s me?

I felt like myself yesterday. But then I read this quote in a book this morning, and was like, SHIT.

I mean, isn’t even wondering about this this an example of looking for something to be wrong?

How do I just EXIST and APPRECIATE and find JOY in what’s here and now?

First-world problems, I know. I know.

More meditating, I know, I know.

It’s a lot, with the constant wondering and searching and questioning and reading and growing.

I don’t know how to shut it off, but sometimes I want to.

Sometimes, like today, where I feel like myself.

I want to just BE.