Our weather is so strange now. Today is supposed to be 70 and sunny after the fog (which we rarely have and I love!) dissipates. Tomorrow 74 and sunny. These warm summer-like days are a delight but throw me off. They tease me into thinking that it is going to stay this warm from now on without any chillier days/nights, which isn't how it will be. My heart yearns to be back at the lake, and I may go there tomorrow just to dip my toes back into the life that Randy and I lived there. There is so much work to be done there, and I have to go back for lengthy periods of time this summer to get some of that done, but for right now, I just need to BE there, even for a few hours.
I have noticed that I am having more anxiety to deal with in the last month or two. Is this a normal occurrence after the ordeal that was last year? I don't know, but it does make it harder for me to spontaneously do things, go places, just get in the car and drive now without a lot of over-thinking. I am hoping that the more I force myself to do the things that cause me anxiety, that it will lessen over time. This last year changed me in so many ways, both outwardly and inwardly, that I hardly recognize myself right now.
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I, too, have been dealing with anxiety these last few weeks and I get myself through it by reminding myself to just breathe.
Just breathe.
Angie, it always throws me off when I am reminded that you live in town. I met you when you lived at the lake and that is where I always picture you being. You had some very good times there. Perhaps you’ll go, reflect on your memories (hard as it may be) and realize that it’s okay for you to live your life, at the lake or in town or both! Please, just live and give that sweet heart of yours the chance to make more happy memories in a place you hold dear. You worked hard to live so I hope you’ll do just that. Anxiety is such a filthy robber of peace and joy. It’s the fear that lurks around waiting to sabotage our days. ☀️ Such nice weather you have for a drive to the lake.
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