Irony, impatience, anxious. If there was a known way of being anxiety-free forever, my mind would probably find a way to be anxious aobut it. I over-think things to an absurd level. I've been catching it lately, doing more mindful breath work, but the anxiety is persistent. Maybe this is partly why I am good at painting, because my brain's, or my frontal lobes I guess, is addicted to analysing how things appear.