So I Ask Myself, How Are You Today Ms. Anxious Annie

So one might ask how is Ms. anxious Annie doing this fine afternoon? Yes one might ask that indeed, but truth is not many are even concerened about the Anxious Annies of the world. We are so many. so many of us shaking in our boots, scared of what's too come. Is it healthy to vent our fears or is it our responsibility to display our faith. If one outweighs the other then who wins the fight and ultimately who looses. I can't loose this fight. I may loose some of the battles but I can deal with that , but the fight I must win. I refuse to loose the moments given to me where pure gold is created in quality of shimmer in the most glorious of light shining down on my  life . Those moments where everything is so perfectly lined up that it becomes your poster child for flash back memories in desperate attempt to regain happiness. Those moments are worth the trip around the mull berry bush. They are. Yes. We are not finished not by a far chance. Life is abundant here and after. Abundant. No one is finished living unless they die within, that happens when you realize no one is asking how Anxious Annie is doing today but instead of dying you step up and say " But I , am asking , I love myself. " Yes. Those moments where breaths become chapters and thoughts becomes stories. Storeis of the human sprit.