Finally took a pause.
You would think starting my day off with a self-love guided meditation, that it was going to go swimmingly.
Well, not exactly.
Seems like having a day off, my mind is on, on, on.
Addressing things, some more important than others, stressing over details, bathing myself in negative forecasting, when what I really need is that much-awaited epsom salt bath—both for my mind, and cuz, well, I was distracted and not-so mindful during my run on Tuesday and I may or may not have tripped on an uneven sidewalk and face/stomach planted.
Thank G-d, the driveway that I landed on was recently redone—nice and smooth—leading to minimal scrapes.
Nevertheless, it seems I’m in this icky feedback loop right now, where my body is tense from the fall, whereby I feel greater anxiety, whereby things irk me more easily/deeply, whereby I try to resolve them but I can’t instantly solve them all, whereby more anxiety—more sense of not being in control, at the mercy of a big, impersonal universe, yada, yada, yada.
We are not our emotions. And I’m so working on living more in wise mind and less in emotion mind. #DBT
But some mornings, it’s just damn hard.