I walk a mile down this maze, and I turn left then I hit a block. I decide to turn right and I hit another block. Then I come across two blocks.
"Which turn do I take? Left or Right? Maybe, I'll walk straight up."
The path is long and winding in front of me, with many twists and turns. If I turn one way, I will get lost; if I go around the wrong twist, then I will become entangled in this maze of thoughts.
"Maybe I don't know right now."
Maybe I'm overthinking. Maybe I'm thinking it over."
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Carol Townend
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Great story in how we get stuck in a maze of overthinking 💗