Taming the Beast

My new on-switch is set for 5am; the lassitude of my days plays games with my sleep cycle. The lethargy of cancer treatment launches my psyche, so that the moment I wake my mind races out the gate, unloosed to contemplate those Big What Ifs set upon the back burner, compose long to-do lists of urgent action, fret about getting the basics of living accomplished with this sluggish body. During those crystalline morning thinking sessions I wish there were a keyboard connected directly to my brain, so I could put down my thoughts without the physical efforts and discomforts of composing them upon a screen. Once set down, my thoughts are tameable. Today I will try to tame my thoughts, in dribs and drabs as my body lets me.