My appointment was yesterday.
You know what I learned from having a life decision made on my behalf that I would not have agreed to? At least in the way it went down?
I use a lot of negative self talk.
I tense up every time I eat. And I eat fast. No wonder I have IBS. Slowing down for three big breaths between bites can change your digestive life.
I exaggerate the bad things — I missed an appointment; I’m so stupid! I am still too emotional about separating; everyone must be impatient for me to move on.
I have a hard time letting go and enjoying the moment because I fear something bad will happen.
I have learned that I am capable of many things. They get done in my quirky brand, but they get done. I have more confidence that I can repeat this.
I have noticed that most things are funny if you can step back a little — spilling coffee while holding a cup of cold coffee and turning the key in the house door; taking too much time to put together an outfit, including white shorts, and getting black nail polish on them right before I touch up my nails to leave the house; letting the cat escape and chasing her around the yard in the dark with the rotisserie chicken I just bought and whispering, “Jazzy…chicken!” for about ten minutes. Does that just not beg for YouTube documentation?
Today I feel as if things are going to be fine, friends, and that’s a new one.