Persevering with what to must be done. Write. To write and be complete. Then go to sleep.
I am here, now, in this moment. Nothing else exists but this second. Mind moves to earlier today and then jumps to tomorrow and all that must be done.
Stop. Stop the distractions and stick with...with my heart beating, slight ache towards the right, sensation of feeling like I could cry creeping into my face, right side of face, feel eyes water ever so slightly, wetting the corners but not enough for a tear formation but enough that I wipe it away and see the shiny reflection on my index finger, the Christmas lights above dimly lighting the now evaporated could-have-been tear on the looking-like-normal finger.
Teeth clenched, awareness drawn to it, I separate my bottom and top teeth with my tongue just behind my front teeth on the soft palate. Jiva bundha, they call it in yoga. They say tight jaw means tight hips. Don't notice my hips, just my jaw- always gripping it seems. Working on that, got to. It's the cause of my headaches, I am sure.
I hate headaches, I get overwhelmed with the pain, the nausea in my belly, and can't be very productive, nor good company to myself or anyone else.
It's time now, for sleep. Finito.