[Writing this on the same day as my second therapy appointment so stress is still on my mind. Hopefully on REAL Thursday I will be relaxed with my feets up!]
Grinding my teeth.
I unclench my jaw and take a breath.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Bat away untoward thoughts.
Breathe out.
Bludgeon feelings of inadequacy.
Breathe in.
Breath Out.
Lift my arms up like Rocky and dance around.
Stumble and grab onto something.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Hum.
Om.
Breathe in.
Grab the panic and shoot it out the window.
Breathe out.
Peace.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Om.
What is that on the wall? Is it a crack? I am thinking of Doctor Who right now and that stupid crack on Amy Pond’s wall, that kept swallowing people so that they didn’t exist any more. Wondering if I could throw my bad feelings in there.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Rory turned out to be pretty hot, didn’t he. I mean, he’s no David Tennant as the Doctor, but he seemed to be much hotter than the Matt Smith Doctor.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Shit. I’m grinding my teeth again.
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