Here’s the thing with stress and anxiety and worry. It makes you forget.
Or at least it makes me forget.
I forgot that I tend to stress and worry and get anxious. Which is a hidious, vicious cycle.
I forgot that sucking down coffee (Starbucks or not) fuels that stress and anxiousness and worry.
I forgot that if I just do the thing…get my
not so dainty bottom up and out walking every morning I feel better.
I forgot that I’m 47 (gasp…okay, I totally forgot that for real) going on 48 (for some reason a nice, even number that doesn’t sound as scary) and that the less I use my muscles, the less muscle I have to use (or something like that).
I forgot that for the last year the consistent theme in my life has been change. I may not have mentioned this before but I don’t do change so well.
So, going to the doctor this morning (I love her…she is no-nonsense and not alarmed by anything but at the same time thorough) suddenly snapped back on my forgetfulness awareness light. Well, that and the lecture she proceeded to give me with just the slightest edge of sarcasm to it that I totally appreciated and deserved.
So there you have it. I’m stressed. I’m anxious. I’m ready to conquer the world. Or at least conquer my mornings.
And, oh yeah. I’m back.