I’ve started listing.
When I can feel that anxiety want to spin up from my lowest self and start twitching out my eye, I stop, reach for pen and paper, and just start to-do dumping.
No prioritizing. No logical thinking. No separating work, from home, from extra-curricular activities. Just feeding the page with whatever I’m afraid wants to feast on my insides.
And once the pages (always the pages) are covered, I breathe, smile, let go, and repeat for however long is necessary. Then I calmly approach, begin, and decide what actually needs attention.
Today my “Get To Do”list looked long and daunting – but the three most important items got done. And I drew big, fat, lovely red lines through each of them.
And tonight, still tired, achey, and almost teary, those three lines are what I’m choosing to focus on.
What I did today and who I am now is enough. It’s all enough.