These kind of days rock me. The OCD in my takes these things and runs with them until I'm so spun around that I can't find my due north. Luckily I have friends who are good listeners. I let go on them. They respond with sound advice. I took my time going home, stopping at various places to visit people. This is a decompression tactic. Going directly home after a day like this will make things worse. At each pit stop along my journey the weight I was carrying became less and less. Then upon arrival at my final destination (aka- home) it started to rain.
I love rain! Rain makes me happy. I know some people approach rain with an "I hate my life, this days sucks, I wanna slit my wrists attitude," but not me. It make me happy!!! There's something about a gray sky and wet earth that makes everything look more beautiful. Greens look brighter, browns look richer, and everything feels more peaceful to me. This was a great stress reliever. As I'm sitting here typing I can hear the rain on my living room window and the sound is so calming. No matter how hard companies have tried, no sound machine will ever do it justice!
I can feel that needle turning again, North is in sight. Over the years I've learned the strategies that allow me to take on a day like this and not let it stick with me too long. And the best part, everyone once in a while, I get a little extra help! (Thanks for the rain. :)
(I promise tomorrow will be more upbeat!)
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