Happy, happy, happy.
I’m so happy I could vomit all over the place.
Being this content, I’ve discovered, is not necessarily conducive to being busy, or organised. It’s been a slow dawning realisation over the last four weeks that most of my cleanliness, my routine, my keeping-on-top-of-things, is firmly rooted in anxiety and taking my mind off other stuff.
A veritable lack of anxiety or depression or even passive irritation has meant that I’ve spent the last week or two wandering around in my own little fairy world. La la la la la la la.
Being disorganised and not even caring is lovely.
La la la la.
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I love that you are feeling this.
My anxiety works in the same way, that push to get things done and always be busy that when I’m ok I’m happy to just be for a bit. Doesn’t help with my usual appearance that I am always doing so much, lol.
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Oh Lori, I totally relate. My writing regime, punishing workout schedule and drive to make my house utterly clean and perfect are ALL anxiety-based. Fear of wasting my potential, of not being perfect, of not having things exactly right.
When I’m feeling good I’m much more inclined to let things slide, to be kinder to myself. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one, but it would be nicer to just chill and relax into things a bit.
Good on you for getting there!
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