Today I woke up anxious.
I felt like my tummy was absolutely full of butterflies flying and dancing inside me.
But despite butterflies being beautiful these butterflies were paralyzing.
I felt like I couldn't move.
I could not get out of bed.
I pulled the covers around me and wished that the world would go away. That my life as it is, with all its demands and pressures, would fly away. That I could live on a desert island or a cave and just hide.
Then I remembered my knitting.
Beside my bed I had left my knitting. Challenging but not too challenging knitting.
I picked it up and began to repetitively knit the stitches.
I found myself counting as I did it.
I found myself willing myself to finish the row.....the block of 4 pattern.....the next block and so on.
The mindful nature of the knitting absorbed me so that I stopped thinking about my anxiety and I found myself concentrating and being in the moment.
To me this was like a morning meditation.
An adjustment into the day, into my life.
Glancing the time and needing the bathroom I put down my knitting and headed for the kettle and my first cup of tea.
My first cup of tea led to my medication to my thoughts about my packed lunch to my thoughts about what I needed to do today and before I knew it my butterflies had flown away!!!!
Well most of them!
Finding tricks....coping mechanisms........ways to help myself have saved me.
Without my tricks, without my knitting I would have stayed in bed all day.
But now I have things to do and it is going to be a sunny day.
Perhaps I might even see a butterfly X
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