Wow! Fantastic! My salvation!

Call it creeping anxiety. Perhaps that is what I have. Maybe I had a mild form of it. When turning 40. Now I contemplate turning 80. I have choices. Imagining a bleak future. Or imagining a blissful life. As spirit. Makes me wonder. If everything I've experienced so far. Is imagined. In a sense, it is. Because I choose to give meaning. That makes me happy. Until I lapse into creeping anxiety. I must learn to stifle negative thoughts. Not merely by blanking out my mind. But by imagining a new life form. I do it. In large part, with my writing.  Writing is a physical activity. Limiting. But the imagination. Sets me free. I can even imagine forever. Wow! Fantastic! My salvation! --Jim Broede