I've had this guy in my head all morning (with apologies to Nina Simone, who is wonderful, and Muse, who are pretty cool, but I'm in more of a Buble place at the moment):
I also got a copy of David Burns' book in the mail yesterday. Way, way back in college I diagnosed myself with a generalized anxiety disorder, but then did absolutely nothing about it, and now that I'm in my 30s and have three children and all the worries and responsibilities and wacky hormones to go with them, it's time. My friend Andrea finally suggested the book enough times to get me to look into it (also thanks to Kristin, AKA Anxiety Girl, who lists Burns among her favorite panic/anxiety authors and who always comes across as one zen mama). I'm hoping to beat things back enough via vitamin D and CBT to get back on track in my pursuit of chill, and avoid starting meds. The thought of anxiety medication is, in itself, an anxiety trigger for me. Beautiful irony there.
In other feel-good news, I had a chance encounter at a stoplight today, during which I had a brief minivan-to-minivan chat with a friend. By the time the light was green I had a warm glow and what sounded like a serious invitation to talk about starting a homeschooling co-op. Just to go all woo-woo on your for a second, that particular stop light has really, really good mojo. I get interesting thoughts there all the time, and that intersection is surrounded by very cool local businesses and a great playground.
Incidentally, the other book I received in the mail yesterday was Linda Dobson's The First Year of Homeschooling Your Child. What was that I was saying about anxiety? *gulp* I do think everything has been leading me to this, and the only thing stopping me is me.
One last good feeling for this post: today, supposedly, finally, I'm receiving the uber-fabulous lens of my dreams that I've been waiting for forever. I know, you're looking at the link, thinking "that's it? Lens of her dreams, really?" Just trust me, that lens is what I need at this moment in time. And also at this moment in time, I'm eagerly awaiting UPS's knock at my door.
