There have been a few things bothering me of late. Nothing life threatening. Not even anything I have direct control over. But enough to cause some angst. So finally this morning I started writing it out.
I’ve written in a journal since I was in high school. Nothing new. Sometimes I forget how therapeutic it can be. Once I started putting all my anxieties on paper, they didn’t seem to be so overwhelming anymore. Most monsters are not what we think they are. Getting mine in black and white made them much smaller.
Like any situation that has pros and cons, write them out. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Find all the possibilities and put them on paper. Even if there is nothing you can do but sit there and look at it, the act of getting it out of your head will work wonders.
The longer I wrote this morning, the clearer everything became. I like when that happens. It means I have my head in the right place again. That’s when the fog lifts and my path opens up in front of me.