For most of my life, I have always been restlessly awaiting the next stage in life. Currently, I have been enjoying life as it is, but there is a new plague that accompanied this contentful bliss. I am now afraid of losing what I have; of making a mistake or suffering a tragedy that rips away my more or less optimal life. This feeling has embodied the form of anxiety and stress, leading to loss of focus and physical tension. It is a difficult endeavor to hold on to this life loosely. We must store up treasure in heaven where we cannot lose it.

To be honest, my thoughts on this topic are raw and unprocessed. I conceptually know the “right” answer, but I need to break it down into tangible actions that I can take.