I started meditating recently on a regular basis and I am absolutely, positively terrible at it. Trying to quiet my mind and just sit in a moment feels like the most foreign thing in the world and I do. not. like. it. It’s like my brain is Santa’s workshop on Christmas Eve. It’s 5pm and…
Tag: Anxiety
Going Back After Winter Break: 5 Things for Teachers to Look Forward To
A few years ago, I wrote a post that went viral about teachers going back to work after Christmas break. I was sitting on my couch in my pajamas feeling the familiar pang of Sunday anxiety and wrote the post quickly and posted it without much thought. Soon, I was getting emails from teachers around…
The Anxiety Train
Not only do I usually ride the “It definitely will not be okay” train, but I often conduct it. There are special stops on the way: The Town of Worst Case Scenarios, Obsession Land, Self Doubt Central, The Village of What Ifs (it is SO easy to get lost there!) and my personal favorite, Replay…
Rules for Insomnia
I’ve been having a hard time falling asleep lately. One would think that with as fast as my brain moves during the day, by bedtime all operations would shut down. Unfortunately for both me and my husband, this is not the case. Somehow, the transmitters in my brain actually come most alive as I lay…
The Old Has Gone
On rare occasion I get into the type of mood that can only be described as the “Perfect Storm.” I am overly caffeinated and faced with a large chunk of time to myself (which is why this is so rare) , when suddenly it’s like all the clutter around me becomes unbearable. All at once,…
How Replacing One Word Changed So Much
A few weeks ago, my boyfriend said to me, “I feel like you’re just anxious about being anxious right now…” And I replied, “Welcome to my brain. Please stay awhile.” When I told him that I would love to try out his logical, structured, factual engineer brain for a day, he responded, “Does that mean I…
Life As a Dreamer
If I were filthy rich, I would employ a carefully selected therapist to be sitting by my bedside every single morning so that I could have a counseling session the moment I woke up. She (it would have to be a girl because I feel like a male psychologist letting himself into my apartment every…
Count Your Blessings, Not Your Chins. 