A mischievous Gremlin sits in a teacup with a bolt of lightning striking in the background.

Observing The Storm In a Tea Cup

In the quiet moments of my day, as I let go and let my higher power guide me, I’ve noticed a peculiar pattern. My mind, ever the relentless critic, has become more adept at digging into my faults, fears, and flaws. It meticulously collects the smallest infractions, the tiniest worries, and stores them away. At first, I don’t even notice this quiet accumulation. But when my mind decides it has gathered enough, it unleashes them all at once, overwhelming me with a sudden flood of self-doubt and anxiety.

It feels like there’s a meticulous gremlin inside my head, stockpiling evidence of impending doom. A few wrong words spoken during a meeting can become, in my mind, a sign that my job is at risk. A fleeting look of discontent from my wife or children spirals into a conviction that their current unhappiness is my fault, stemming from some forgotten duty or unintended wrong. It’s exhausting, this constant shadow game of anxiety and self-reproach.

But here’s the thing: I see it now. I’m aware of this sneaky tactic my mind employs. Awareness is my new ally. By consciously acknowledging these anxieties, I can begin to disarm them. I’ve learned to turn this “observing superpower” inward, scrutinizing not just my actions but these underlying thoughts as well. I can catch them before they reach critical mass and transform them into something less destructive, something more productive.

I’ve started to meet these anxieties head-on, employing meditation and seeking solace in conversations with my higher power. Through these practices, I’m learning to defuse the gremlin’s arsenal before it can explode. While I can’t always control the external outcomes—if things go wrong, they go wrong—I can control how I react to them. By embracing this proactive stance, I’ve discovered a way to silence the constant hum of worry and self-doubt.

I’ve come to understand that while I may not be able to prevent these moments of anxiety from occurring, I can choose not to be paralyzed by them. Instead of allowing them to build up and overwhelm me, I can address each concern as it arises, treating it with the mindfulness and care it deserves. This approach doesn’t just diminish the power of my fears; it also empowers me to live more fully in the present, enjoying the calm without the constant expectation of turmoil.

In this journey, I’ve learned an important lesson: Awareness and proactive engagement with our inner struggles can transform our lives. By acknowledging our fears and dealing with them constructively, we can reduce their impact and find peace. We can’t always control what happens to us, but we can control our responses. And in that choice lies our true power.


The true measure of peace is not the absence of challenges, but the conscious choice to face and transform them. By embracing awareness and proactive engagement, we can turn our anxieties into opportunities for growth and find a deeper sense of calm and contentment.


In the hush, a gremlin gathers dust,
not of cobwebs, but of whispered doubts.
Each misstep, a shard, meticulously filed,
a twisted archive of impending shouts.

A word misplaced, a job hangs by a thread,
a furrowed brow, a love forever fled.
The mind, a relentless storm cellar,
hoarding anxieties, a self-inflicted dread.

But hush again, a shift in the breeze,
awareness, a flickering light that appease.
The superpower turns inward, a watchful eye,
catching the gremlin's game, before anxieties multiply.

Meditation, a shield against the storm,
conversations with the divine, keeping worries warm.
Defusing the arsenal, piece by shattered piece,
control over response, a newfound release.

Fears may flicker, a dance they can't outrun,
but paralysis surrenders, the battle begun.
Mindfulness, a balm for each anxious sting,
embracing the present, where joy can take wing.

Peace isn't the absence of the fray,
but the courage to face it, come what may.
Transforming challenges, a warrior's art,
finding solace within, a brand new start.

For true power lies not in a charmed life,
but in the conscious choice to rise from strife.
Embrace the storm, the calm will return,
awareness, the key, a lesson we yearn.

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