Approaching Stress

Stress always comes at the last minute. You know you've done all you can, you've done your best, and yet it still comes, always. It creeps up from behind. It says "are you sure about that?" It eats away at your worry. It questions your prior beliefs. Maybe I could've done better, maybe I should've changed that. But it's too late now. This is what you'll hand it. This is what gets graded. This is what will get you that pass, or that fail. The stress is continuing to form, take shape. You should have nothing to worry about, and yet you do. You always do. It continues, slowly. You have to beat it. Beat it with your fists, against all your strength. You've done what you could do. It was out of your hands.

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