I don’t like to wear my anxiety like a badge.
Always wondering if we are doing the right thing
Backwards, forwards or one sideways move at a time.
One day you are merrily changing diapers, reading books and the next
Wringing your hands about twenty years from now.
Packing up, moving, a starting over that never feels like it stops.
It’s all a grand experiment that I may never see the outcome to.