This post is not about crochet. It’s a classic display of Doralospohy! I’ve been thinking again…
This week I have spent some time being the voice of reason and talking 3 different friends down off various ceilings. They are all struggling with very different challenges and it has made me reflect on my own experiences, as these things often do.
For a while now I have been more consciously thinking about my life – examining and reshaping the way I want to live, mulling over what I can do to wake myself up to those habits I’m not even aware of, asking how I can make the most of the time I have on this little planet.
It’s one of those things where I’m not even sure when it started but I’m slowly starting to view life through a new lens. The first part of 2016 was a particularly difficult period for me, one of those times where you’re getting hit from every angle, love, family, work and friendship in my case. At some stage during that time something in me changed. I struggle to explain it articulately, but it’s like my brain got to the point where it refused to raise my stress levels anymore. Whether it was the gazillion psychology books and articles I’ve read over the years paying off, an unconscious act of self-preservation or some kind of mental reset after being in the red zone for too long, it was like my mind switched to the emergency back-up generator and just prioritised what was really worth worrying about. The rest just kind of fell away and somehow I found a way to deal only with what was in front of me at that moment, rather than my normal unhelpful strategy of catastrophising about what might be (but usually wasn’t) around the corner.