So, I’m sitting here, trying to convince myself that my three-year old son really does want to go to bed. He’s not trying to avoid the topic. He’s not complaining or whining. He’s not really wanting to stay up and play or something equally ridiculous. He actually does want to go into dreamland and play with the flying elephants.
Okay, I’m fooling myself. He’s come out of his room a total of six times, saying, “pooping … pooping.” Uh huh … He’s pulling THAT trick. But, Momma wasn’t borned yesterday.
I’m thinking about doing a 30-day challenge for the month of September. I’m not sure what though. I would love to lose weight. I would love to learn new crafts. Hmm … what to do. What to do.
This morning, I ran a bunch of errands. I went to work. I went to school. I went shopping. I went all over kingdom come. According to my fitbit, I did nearly 3000 steps, four flights of stairs, and had seven active minutes (although I’m still not understanding what an active minute is or how it works exactly). I’m on a roll!
The truth about anxiety? She’s a soul-sucking succubus. A malevolent enchantress. Just one lusty song, that’s all it takes. Little by little, she creeps in, overtaking your heart, your mind. Her spell, irresistible and inescapable. Soon, you’re completely overwhelmed, drowning in your own thoughts and worries. Your mind is a wasteland. A ghost of its former self.
And then, just as quickly as she overtook her victim, she loosens her grip. Her captive, although freed from Anxiety’s prison, clings to her suggestive ballad. The chilling verses echoing in the ravaged mind.
Now the victim chases after Anxiety. He longs for the familiarity of her embrace. The closeness. The belonging. He begs for her song once more. Anxiety is all too happy to comply, enveloping the hapless fool once again.
Today, I’m extra thinky. I’m thinking about my life, my love, my children. I am thinking about every single decision I’ve made over the past week. The words I’ve spoken. The deeds I’ve done. I’m so thinky, I’m thinking myself in circles! That’s what happens when one allows anxiety to overrun an already over-active mind. Circles.
So how does one stop these thinky thoughts? How does one find peace of mind? Distraction. Distraction. Distraction. Find something enjoyable to distract the mind. Music, reading, even cleaning.
Even though I know how to avoid becoming overly thinky, do you think I do it? Nope. But you know what? Once I get to that point, you know what I mean if you have an over-active mind too, I find a way to distract myself. Or a way finds me. As a matter of a fact, I think I’m going to go find a distraction right now.
Today I made a discovery. I found out that I have a rare personality type: INTJ. Introvertive. iNtuitive. Thinking. Judging. It basically means I am always thinking of solutions and working to improve myself.
I’m not too sure how I feel about having a rare personality type. What’s even rarer, is the fact that supposedly very few women have this personality type. I am a true unicorn.