This Friday, it is almost surreal to watch the news. Corona, scenarios of chaos and uncertainty. I listen carefully, and I take my precautions. But most of all, I live my life in the present moment.
I have done that a couple of years by now. This week, I´m on a writing holiday. By my free will, I promised not to work with my novel for a week. Two days ago, I finished my preparations. Five months of hard work completed.
But it doesn´t mean that I can´t write anything. I need my daily writing routine. It feels better after a writing session. I´m calmer, feel I have accomplished something, and I feel alive. Writing is good therapy for me.
Living in the present moment means a lot here at my spot on Mother Earth. The past is way down memory lane, useful only for the human nuances of life. The future, unknown territory, is taken into account, but life is here and now.
My thoughts may jump from time to time. I´m the kind of person who uses a positive outlook as a shield against the ups and downs in life. I have seen enough, heard even more, and I don´t need or desire negativity.
I have learned to grab the root of the issue right away rather than avoiding it until the very last minute. In due time is right here, right now. So I do what I love, I write about anything but negativity today. I will fight every inch of the way to get the most out of everything.
The Sun is also fighting and winning more and more time. I did enjoy my coffee in the garden this morning. Only a few moments between the clouds, but awe-inspiring nonetheless.
So, there was news on TV about the corona-virus that has also hit Denmark now. We have good healthcare, but anything can happen now. Living life in the present moment is a necessity now. As it always has been and will be.
We live our lives as positively as possible. However, we do talk about the difficult things as well. They are also part of the present moment whenever they want. As a rule, we don´t need to create problems ourselves, they come and go throughout life.
It is not always as easy as writing about it. It hurts sometimes. It takes its toll on us. And it challenges us. Experience has finally taught me how to cope with the everyday and the world of possibilities in my mind when I´m changing moods.
It´s okay to swing a little. It is also a good time for me since I´m beginning my novel in a week from now. It gives me the extra mental energy that makes it possible for me to stay in the seat behind the keyboard or pen and paper.
The horses stamp in the ground; they want to be let loose and run free. But no, they´ll have to wait a few days more. Then there are always the notebooks to go through and organize. Or there is a creative project waiting to finish.
This weekend will concentrate on playing with and caring for two sweet girls, one seven years old, the other almost four. They fill my heart and soul with joy and love. They are so direct, so wonderful unspoiled, and so great to spend time with.
It is also time for another brainstorming session with my husband. Somehow, he knows my weak points and dares challenge me with them. It has already helped me a lot during the last five preparing months.
But today is all about finding the positive sides of everything. I was lucky enough to get extra counseling from a team of social workers who know what they are doing. So I get one hour every Friday to learn to cope with the everyday after years of psychiatric care.
It´s the phase where you don´t want to have a setback. I´m still insecure about many things concerning my mental ailments. It´s a privilege to get help in today´s society. And I take it very seriously and try to learn as much as possible.
After a great session with someone empathetic, both as a professional and as a human being, I feel cleansed and ready to face the world. In the present moment, I´m restless due to the physical side-effects of prescription medicine. Then I know it´s time for a small break.
I´m also fighting a series of anxiety attacks that have irritated me for two weeks in a row. I´m pretty good at closing them down by the use of breath control. During the minor attacks, it is useful to try to breathe as calmly as possible.
If that doesn´t help, I turn to focus on my surroundings, by counting how many things I can see, begin working with something that demands concentration, as the last brush stroke on a painting. Or I ask my husband to hold my wrist against his so I can feel his pulse and instantly begin calming down.
If a significant anxiety attack strikes, I have learned to keep a solid basis to rely on if necessary. We have arranged a routine if I one day should need intensive psychiatric care. I have learned it the hard way. It took quite some time to understand and respond to positively.
It is not about age or social status. It is a human thing to be vulnerable. Most of us won´t recognize that aspect, but it can be real for us all one day. And when that day comes, I will be ready. It´s only natural to feel and to allow oneself to do it.
I think it is important to write about that side of life too.
May your weekend and week be blessed, dear readers and followers. May the Spring Sun shine on you and may it bring joy. As we will it, so mote it be.