Today was spent choking on my anxiety. There were things I wanted to do. Projects I wanted to make progress on. A lawn that needs mowed. A house that needs cleaned.
I tried to just rest and not let all my to-do’s swallow me, but I wasn’t very successful. I played Sims on my phone, drank coffee, and felt myself being slowly nibbled away by all the scary thoughts in my head.
I finally picked up my needles and began to stitch the tension out. I weaved in loose ends as I counted the minutes until pick-up time. Slowly, the pressure on my chest eased. The fear in my gut simmered instead of roiled. As the evening approached my anxiety quieted down and I found some rest.