The Mind Lock

I’m locked inside a place so very small I do not fit inside it physically. And yet it somehow is consuming me. At times, I feel I can’t break loose at all! My arms and legs were not bound up by rope. I’m not behind some door with heavy chain. In fact, I am not forced here to remain. So why do I stay trapped like some big dope? And can you guess what has a hold of me and steals my precious evenings hour by hour? Whatever could it be that wields such power to rob me of the time with my TV!!!! A little progress I’ve begun to make as less and less I’m trapped here recently! I’m taking baby steps. It’s up to me to free myself. Poor habits I must break! I must stop being such a nincompoop! set limits on myself; take better care of me; get sleep, and not just sit and stare at this small box that drowns me in the Soup! (note: this is not a slam against Soup, but rather just my frustration at myself for devoting so much of my time to it; I honestly love every minute I am here!) For Dane Ann's Contest: "Being Trapped and Breaking Loose"