. . . and I believe I need something positive to think about that doesn’t involve being positive that the bathroom and I are becoming best friends. Or being positive that if I eat that really awesome pancake I am craving (whose recipe I shall post sometime, because my husband made it up and it is super fabuloso)–with the customary pure maple syrup and slab of peanut butter on the side, I shall become even BETTER friends with my room of rest.
No, my dears, I need something purely positive. So here’s my best effort:
I’m pretty sure God painted that for me. And okay, maybe for you too. We should find it and go on a nice long walk together and you can tell me all about it.
There’s also this:
Our awesome friends of awesomeness, with whom we should go to Chimayo again. Or Florida (It’s been, what? Twenty years?) Or just sit in the basement man-cave and watch a movie. Yeah. You guys rock.
Okay. I feel better now. Still not going to do the pancake, but I might be able to by tonight.
Happy Sunday!
And feel free to tell me what makes you feel better when you think about it in icky times, yeah?
When I'm sick I get out the garden books with lots of pictures.
When I'm dealing with anxiety and that OCD movie gets started in my head, like at bedtime, I learned to close my eyes and clear my head and wait for the outline of some random image to surface. Like a teapot. Or a coil of speaker wire. Or a book. It's easy to think about because there's no emotional baggage with it, anxiety drops, I feel better.
That is cool! I like that clearing your mind and letting something surface-thing. How relaxing and calming.
Now you've got me hungering for Chimayo! Good eats! Good friends! What more could I ask for?