I will admit I’m a bit anxiety-riddled. And, let’s be clear that’s an understatement. I question my daily decisions. Hope things will turn out ok. But I also very clearly understand that hope can’t be a decision-making factor. My brain feels like it is on fire. My chest does as well. We are inundated in the healthcare system.
Before all this I was taking a nightly bath as my stress-relieving ritual. I read. I watch tv shows. I do also work duringmy baths. Not ideal and goes counter to the bath goals of relaxation. Admittedly, I take work calls. Yikes. However, lately I’ve been working steadily from sun up to late at night. As a result, I have not readily had my daily stress-relieving baths. That makes me sad and more stressed out.
I did manage to take a bath the other night. As I sunk into the warm water, I leaned over to my bath caddy. I chuckled. There in my caddy were a few pens. I could not remember leaving those pens there. I couldn’t remember taking any notes while in the bath. There were no note pads there.
Why am I talking about pens in my caddy? The pens symbolize how little stress relief there really is these days. I can’t even remember needing to scribble. The pens are no fun. I spend too much time note taking throughout the day. I need to put the pen down, sometime.