I've been bedridden all weekend due to illness, and when you barely have the strength to even lift a book, there's not much you can do but lie there and think. So, as I was lying there, I began to think about certain things and I started to get riled up. I had to stop myself and realize that I was over-thinking myself into a fit. I was making a mountain, not out of a molehill, but out of dust particles—out of absolutely nothing. It made me realize that your mind/imagination will literally run a gauntlet against you if you don't tame it.
So, as my bed confinement continues, I guess I'll be studying how to tame the mind for the rest of the day. Or at least until I regain enough strength to function.