Escaping the Quagmire of Anxiety
Today’s Words of Wisdom:
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
-Every Star Wars character ever
The Foda’s take: That bad feeling? Not an omen of doom. Just the uneasy state of being that accompanies not knowing what’s going to happen next. And that not knowing? Feels horrible, it does. But a predictor for the future, it is not.
Welcome back everyone. This week I got some bad news. A new flare up has decided to wreck havoc on my system, putting up a big giant STOP sign in its wake. This has given me plenty of time to sit alone and think about every little thing that’s happened to me along my lengthy Lyme journey, and painstakingly try to piece it together in hopes I’ll solve the puzzle, like the petite little Foda I am. This deep reflection has brought me to one resounding conclusion: I may never know the answers I so diligently seek. Which in the world of me? Drives me CRAZY. Therefore, in an effort to stay sane, I of course picked up the phone, ready to share my questioning woes with the smartest lady I know. Let’s call her… Fumbledore. That’s right. The Female Dumbledore. Anyway, I’m spilling my guts to Fumbledore, and she lands this little nugget on me: “These are not the droids you’re looking for.” Oh, my mistake, what she really said was: “You’re never going to get all the answers you’re looking for.”
OUCH. Harsh, right? Read on. Because then she body slams me with this:
“When I’m anxious and turning something ‘round my brain over and over, I fill my thoughts, my actions, my days, with something I love. When I catch myself getting caught in the quagmire of endless worry, I redirect that energy into something I love. I invest myself so much in the things that bring me joy, that I want to think about them all the time, letting the brain obsess over THAT instead of the problems out of my control.”
Okay, that wasn’t exactly a DIRECT quote, but that really is what she said.
It’s all about love, people. Huzzah!
So naturally, wise little Foda that I am, I immediately pulled out my moleskin journal I take with me everywhere and made a list of the top things that I love, trying to limit it only to the real, meaningful things. Like family, singing, and shoes… you know, stuff like that. And while I’m not too thrilled to be bested in the words of wisdom department, I’m totally fine with being her Padewan learner…. this time.
So this week, I’m giving it a shot. Taking control over what I can, and redirecting the quagmire to focus on something I love. So in closing, I ask you: What is it you love?