Taking care of your mind ~
|Swans on the pond are a lovely spring sight|
|Soft, fluffy, twitching pony ears|
|Jam jars with daffodil bunches|
|A quiet moment with a few helpful hints on self care|
My favourite things often involve quiet moments. It may be simply watching my horses, sitting down with a collection of lovely inspiring books around me, country side time, family chats - these special things to me all act as a recharge and re set for the anxious mind I carry around.
I feel a little frazzled and fraught when rushed or hurried, but I am learning to play to my strengths which are being methodical and taking care on a task or project. Devoting lengthy thought out time to what I am doing serves me best!
Some people are wonderfully efficient and excellent time managers - me - not so much! I once tried to fit myself in the box of being a multi tasking whizz, getting everything done at breathtaking super girl speed - unfortunately in trying to change how my mind naturally operated, I ended up working against myself and getting things horribly wrong - this in turn caused a huge rush of mental anxiety - sending my OCD tendencies for checking into a panicked over drive!! Help! This also depletes confidence in oneself! Not good!
What I've noticed is that this anxious state happens regularly now, whenever my energy rises to a more hurried state. The thoughts kick in and any normal functioning is greatly impaired!
I become ruled by my anxious mind set and it takes a long time to settle it all down again . . . But I am getting better at this!
What does help is remembering to save time for those lovely quiet moments mentioned above. A little 'brain rest' as a good friend calls it. A little time put by to take care of your mind - for it to needs TLC!
Giving your tired mind that much needed recharge, will make all those anxious moments feel calmly controlled and more manageable should they pop up at any time
. . . Take good care of 'you' . . .
With love x
Ps: This post did pop up earlier and then somehow disappeared!! I do apologise. That's what happens when I dart out the door with a saddle in my arms to go riding - frazzled ness! ; )