It is quiet except for the cars passing by, my rings clashing against each other, and the sound of typing.

Giving mental space for my body often feels like the escape hatch from anxiety. When I feel like I cannot stop the thinking (often) I begin to go around the day, naming in my mind everything I notice. This is so dull and boring at the start:

Cold floor under my right foot.

Black kitchen table from Ikea

2 book boxes filled with books.

A plant from Trader Joes

A lamp that I remember purchasing in my childhood

A hanging plant holder that my brother made.

An ache in my left shoulder.

Tension in my jaw.

And then, eventually, if I notice for long enough I begin to think: what/why was I worrying about?

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