The bottoms of my feet are always cut with the sharp edges of eggshells and my palms are always clammy.
I am not a nervous person but I do find myself talking faster and creating hypothetical situations in my head where I am running along the side of a road with a car following me and the driver has a manic glint in his eyes. The car almost always runs me down.
I create extreme mental images of metaphoric buildings crashing down while I am in them and I am killed by careless pieces of stone hurtling down at me. I don’t always die. Sometimes, I survive in a metaphoric tornado and I am the lone survivor. I then feel a smug mix of grief and pride.
It’s not always eggshells. It could be landmines or something similar too, if you get my drift. It needn’t always be clammy palms. You could replace that with a racing pulse or a cracked voice.
My misgivings have a mind of their own. They brew in my head until I am overpowered by them. Then when I concoct a plan to combat them, they disappear.
There is this rule called the 15 minute rule. If something bothers you, you wait for 15 minutes. If it still bothers you, you offer it some mind space. Else, you congratulate yourself on not having wasted time worrying over a seemingly small issue. I am working on it, I still have 5 minutes to go.
I am not a nervous person but I do find myself talking faster and creating hypothetical situations in my head where I am running along the side of a road with a car following me and the driver has a manic glint in his eyes. The car almost always runs me down.
I create extreme mental images of metaphoric buildings crashing down while I am in them and I am killed by careless pieces of stone hurtling down at me. I don’t always die. Sometimes, I survive in a metaphoric tornado and I am the lone survivor. I then feel a smug mix of grief and pride.
It’s not always eggshells. It could be landmines or something similar too, if you get my drift. It needn’t always be clammy palms. You could replace that with a racing pulse or a cracked voice.
My misgivings have a mind of their own. They brew in my head until I am overpowered by them. Then when I concoct a plan to combat them, they disappear.
There is this rule called the 15 minute rule. If something bothers you, you wait for 15 minutes. If it still bothers you, you offer it some mind space. Else, you congratulate yourself on not having wasted time worrying over a seemingly small issue. I am working on it, I still have 5 minutes to go.
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