You know those times when you’d award yourself the world’s biggest trophy for being the world’s greatest version of Dazed and Confused?
You feel like a big, hairy Chewbacca- fighting your way through your own outer layer of tangled fur as your words come out wrong, your actions are out of sync and everything feels off-kilter. You make inadvertently make mildly offensive comments to all and sundry, no one finds your jokes funny, everyone else has got it so together– and oh my god, how am I going to get out of this funk?
Sometimes it’s like I take a step back, give myself a big hard stare, and then tell myself: “Chill out.”
And then I chow down on some Rocky Road. And I chomp through half a Tim Tam (because, so restrained). And then I mow through eleventy Fantales (because it’s educational, I’m reading the Fan Tales as I go). And then, gradually as the gentle chocolate love hits, it’s like all of a sudden, the stopper at the top of the conical flask (ie my brain) pops off, zooms around the galaxy and settles on the moon.
We can all be a little neurotic and drive ourselves out the door with our thoughts, but the more we can take a step back and just observe ourselves being our lovely neurotic selves, the faster we can take ourselves out of the self-induced craziness when it hits next. Yay for observing!
