She was sitting quietly in her friend’s house, sipping on supposed calming tea. She had never found those things to work. But she was willing to try anything to give her racing heart a break. It was working double time. As such, she needed to get up and walk around.
She came across her friend’s daughter’s toy laundry. It was adorable and labeled as a small load machine. She laughed at it and wished that her big load of worry, anxiety, and pain could be bundled up and placed therein. She opened its little door and blew into it. And, then her heart slowed down its pace while her shoulder lifted.