I am usually calm, and calming. Not always.
I used to do this thing when my parents were coming to visit. I would have lots to do, and get, and clean in preparation… and then I would add “I have to wash the dogs.” Finally, my husband pointed out , “You don’t have to wash the dogs. It’s just you adding another thing to your list to stress over.”
Oh. Yeah. Well, if I didn’t have enough things on the list to be freaking out over, then I would just be freaking out… for some reason.. or for no reason. That would be crazy.
So, I get it. There is old anxiety. There is mind-made anxiety. There is genetic anxiety (yes, you can inherit it. Thanks, Grandma!).
There is worry about measuring up / failing / succeeding / losing people / losing love / being hurt / suffering pain / dying.
There is hunger that turns into panic and anger. (Or is this just me? From the time I get hungry you have about 10 minutes to find me something to eat or I start to get ornery and all rationalization leaves me. My husband carries granola bars.)
But like I said, usually I am calm. And people say I am calming. Maybe part of it is nature and personality. It’s also the yoga, meditation, EFT I have done on myself, and breathing.
And I hold beliefs and perspectives that help me stay stable and connected to a calm core through the turbulence that Life can be.
Try these on to calm the F@&% down (all Tweet-able with one click):
This is a belief and a mantra. I believe that I have plenty of time in this life to accomplish things. It doesn’t all have to happen right now. I think that Divine timing plays into my life as well, so maybe something is to happen at a different time than what I would choose. Then, there is the everyday to-do and go-to list… some things will get done today, some won’t. That is Ok. And saying “I have plenty of time” as a mantra on my way somewhere when I didn’t leave early helps me feel better and seems to work it out so that I get there right when I need to.
I look at Life as my teacher, and my purpose for being here to evolve my Soul. So it’s all fodder for my growth if I use it, whatever happens.
I physically allow feelings… and I feel them intensely and physically in my body. They move through me, teach me, change me, but haven’t killed me yet. (Besides, number 5.)
I believe in a team of angels assigned to my life, spirit guides, dead ancestors trying to help, a loving Spirit that lives in all things and that speaks to me from inside and outside. I can ask for help from any of these… and from my family and friends, and strangers if necessary.
I don’t think I have ever been afraid of dying, even though I hear that is the second most common fear after public speaking. I never thought “Dead is dead. You’re worm food and it’s over.” That just didn’t resonate. I may have been worried about other people in my life dying. Not now. My best friend is a medium. I have felt the presence of those who have crossed over, talked to them in dreams and am sure they live on in a different form. It’s like they are in another room or they moved. We can’t see them (well, I haven’t), but they exist. And we can communicate. My friend, Gayle, lost her son and found this was true.
I know that on my death bed or in the afterlife I won’t regret time spent giving, loving, hugging, laughing, praying, smiling, touching, giggling, coloring, sharing, dancing, helping or feeling. And I don’t want to regret time spent worrying, fretting, freaking out, cleaning, stressing, judging, fighting, resisting, restricting, hoarding, struggling, or resenting.