- Look forward. Ignore/sidestep/block-out or apply mindfulness techniques to past traumas, memories, regrets - even everyday disappointments. As soon as they occur - look ahead. An experiment in extreme looking ahead. Last year was atrocious. This year there are props: my sister's kids, my son, my new puppy, my cat, my MoonWalk training. Eyes forward then.
- Use the senses - touch - - pets and kids, Iain, MohDoh, my hair, food, the carpet/Yogamat while I am training.
- Smell - burn and burn and burn more aromatherapy oil. Stink everything up to an impressive level. All the good smells can trigger: looking forward. Shun the decay of old.
- Taste - Eat. Nourishing food: eat. Hydrate to the max - 'milk', 'teas', coffee, squash, juice, smoothies, water, cider, soup, oranges, ramen: it matters not.
- Listen to the radio, podcasts and music. Ignore foolish reliance on actual human companionship and meaningful conversation, it cannot be relied upon and can merely serve as icing (or poison) on the hypothetical cake. Again: The puppy/child/radio Trinity can mean reliable, regular salvation. a truly soothing balm for the soul. Why not opt for an outside-the-box everyday?
- Do the accounts every week, every day, every hour if that is what it takes - and claw my way out of debt. Sleep easy then knowing I am not making it worse.
- Look at all the internet window-shopping, pictures and blogs. Look, see, enjoy. Enjoy my Christmas home, I do like Christmas food and tree and our stuff. Play with my pets and kids. Look ahead to plenty of soft warm little bodies clambering on me, don't look back to the hollow of subfertility.
- Run, walk, stretch, train, sleep, take long baths, spray on the magnesium, and then walk some more.
- I've already planned who I am going to see, who I will write to, who I will gift stuff to. Enjoy doing that. Look ahead, not back, nothing else matters - I have training and playing and sleeping to do. Much ramen to slurp. Many chickpeas and potatoes to slather in Mary Berry sauce.
I do not like having BPD. I try to get on with life with my kids and husband. Boneless in the sludgy cold mire is kind of where I find myself a lot of the time, and the many ways in which I make it through deserve a write-up. This is it.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
How about a Holiday Season Strategy of Good Cheer
My much-lauded positive-ity demands this list.
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