This post is about fear.
This post is about the rapid acceleration of the heart.
This post is about dread and the sickness unto death.
This post is about the butterflies beating their wings against your stomach walls.
This post is about an envelope that comes in the mail from Anthem Blue Cross insurance company.
There was nothing of note in that envelope this time but jibber jabber information about something or other.
My body is an instrument of exquisite sensitivity, meant for better things, I hope.
Something's wrong if a plain white envelope with a logo on it prompts such a visceral reaction, and I don't think the problem is me. I don't know what to do about it other than to practice more yoga, but being mindful of a piece of damn paper with ANTHEM pulsating wildly and mockingly my way is really, really difficult.