I love this so much. Thank you for sharing. How cute is the snail in your picture?! I have anxiety and OCD, and I have to get out of my head A LOT. Those quick tips you mentioned are things that really do work for me. I think something else that helps is doing something that really engages your brain. Like a Sudoku puzzle, cooking a new recipe, etc. Such a wonderful article!
Good call on the brain engagement piece. Anything that involves creating with your hands is great too (like your cooking example). my fav version of that is making a bouquet at home
I had spent the night at my buddies place back when I used to only visit sf and not live there. He and I went out to a karaoke bar that allowed smoking (he lived in Japan town) and had a late night. The next morning, I was hungover, tired and in need of my sunglasses. As I approached my car, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was covered. I had parked it under a tree but missed the sign that it was the diarrhea tree for all the neighborhood birds. I sat in the car, in full disbelief. Ran the windshield wipers for a few solid minutes while I stripped the poo from the front and shamefully drove it back to San Jose, My now black white and red little bmw. What good luck I’ve had since then.
I love this so much. Thank you for sharing. How cute is the snail in your picture?! I have anxiety and OCD, and I have to get out of my head A LOT. Those quick tips you mentioned are things that really do work for me. I think something else that helps is doing something that really engages your brain. Like a Sudoku puzzle, cooking a new recipe, etc. Such a wonderful article!
Good call on the brain engagement piece. Anything that involves creating with your hands is great too (like your cooking example). my fav version of that is making a bouquet at home
I had spent the night at my buddies place back when I used to only visit sf and not live there. He and I went out to a karaoke bar that allowed smoking (he lived in Japan town) and had a late night. The next morning, I was hungover, tired and in need of my sunglasses. As I approached my car, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was covered. I had parked it under a tree but missed the sign that it was the diarrhea tree for all the neighborhood birds. I sat in the car, in full disbelief. Ran the windshield wipers for a few solid minutes while I stripped the poo from the front and shamefully drove it back to San Jose, My now black white and red little bmw. What good luck I’ve had since then.
Damn, now that’s what I call a blessed car!