AUGUST 19: Tension&Release

Squeezing your muscles, especially your butt-cheeks before bed and feeling the tension melt out of your body.

Needing to pee really bad and finally making it to the bathroom.

The headache and that first sip of coffee.

Anxiety and cat videos.

Anger, and then what? How do we release this feeling? Means of distraction work best. Allowing ourselves to move onto a different task so that we can focus on something else and get over these feelings? Raging and then folding the laundry? A long, long, walk.

Life has been a series of tension and release. Especially emotionally. Tension of the project, the release of finally getting onto it. The tension of a snotty nose, the release of finally blowing the sticky boogers out. The tension being able to feel my bra's tightness under my shirt, the release of finally undoing the clips.

Even adults need to scream into pillows sometimes.

Even adults need a treat in order to calm themselves down.

Even adults need to run from one side of the house to the other in order to get the energy out.

Listened to a lecture last week, said humans need to play more.

said that play helps people with dementia to feel more...right in the world.

sun is setting, rain spatters onto the window, the building creaks and groans (which makes me extremely anxious, by the way.), my anxiety says a disaster is coming.

i drink tea, ginger and hibiscus and green apple, and try to get my mind off what is bothering me.

i refuse to proofread this post before publishing, because really, who cares?

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