On Rumination and retrospective

The Anxiety Toolkit says that anxious people are more likely than folks without anxiety to ruminate on past events and worry about future ones. Well, let’s triple that for the anxious alcoholic…

Guilty. I wonder, sometimes too much, about the what-might-have-beens. Perhaps I should take the easy way out and blame the classical cover of Adele that came up in a piano mix in listening to. But it’s honestly not that simple. And Adele bloody rocks.

For me, Rumination is the state of dwelling in the dark shadow of memory; it’s the negative side of the retrospective. Now the positives can be amazing. Beautiful memories and nostalgia, taking stock of how far we have come–these things rock. But worry, not so much. Worry can control my day if I let it. But today, I’m not going to.

Whatever may or may not have been, I’m here now. I can’t control yesterday, or tomorrow. What we can all do, though, is take the action available in this present moment, the one that will help accomplish our dreams. Even if that action is as simple as noticing the anxiety thoughts and queuing up a Netflix comedy to drown them out. It’s science—laughter really can be the best medicine.

For me, sometimes the right action is to drink a cup of coffee and relax while I read morning meditations. It’s not building the Eiffel Tower, or landing on the moon. But coffee, a smoothie in a Harry Potter glass, and sitting down to write is enough for me, right here, right now.

Namaste, darlings!

Think of Your Happy Place

Andrew Harrell Beach PhotographyPhoto Credit: Andrew Harrell

One of my besties sends me beach pictures most days. He lives in sunny Florida, and he knows I love the sea and sand and sun. So sometimes, if I’m stressed, I just look at the pictures, imagine the waves, and zen out. It’s like meditation for dummies, without the mala beads and the mantra. But the affect is the same: space, light, stillness. A slowing of the breath, and an easing of my soul.

So go to your happy place today, even if it’s just a mini mental vacation.

Namaste, Darlings!

Simple Pleasures

Maggie Yancey Winnie Dog Tennis Ball

People are always talking about wanting to be the person their dog thinks they already are. But my dog has seen me at rock bottom, sat on my lap while I cried. He knows me. So instead, I’d like to work on being as happy with simple things as my beloved fluff ball is. Mister Winnie, right here, with a tennis ball on a beach towel–that’s my happiness life goal. To simply be.

Namaste, Darlings!