Been a strange week, my plans for the week were changed last minute on Monday, meaning I had to do a whole host of unplanned spontaneous things (not usually a happy place for me), and I did it, I didn’t get to anxious, and I didn’t throw up (sorry, probably TMI, but it happens), and I didn’t have to force myself, or hurt myself to get through it. I just managed (and a tiny little bit of me is quite proud that I did).
It’s the first time I’ve been away from home without huge anxieties for about three years and I even enjoyed some of it, maybe having less than 12 hours to sort myself out and make changes to my plans meant I had no time to think about being anxious, maybe I’m starting to get better, or perhaps a bit of both.
The note to myself is as follows:
– I did something without any time to plan and it was OK
– I went somewhere I usually find extremely anxiety provoking and it was OK (and maybe even a teeny bit fun!)
– I wasn’t in control of the things that changed and it was OK
– I did something difficult with very little preparation and it was OK
It was OK.