Let's take things one moment at a time
Let's take things one moment at a time
Breathe in. Breathe out.
On the day my cats passed, I turned to my husband and said, “Today, we take things one moment at a time.”
It’s become a mantra since then: One moment at a time.
I am losing my primary income at the end of this month and feel super super anxious about returning to self-employment (even though I want to): One moment at a time.
My nervous system is in overdrive about the terrible stakes of the upcoming U.S. election: One moment at a time.
The world is burning and I feel helpless to stop it: One moment at a time.
My brain has a love-fear relationship with the future. I feel safe there, in planning and anticipation mode. It gives me a sense of control. But when so much is uncertain, it’s a surefire way to send me into a panic attack.
I can’t even think about how I’ll get through the next hour right now, much less tomorrow or next week.
But the next moment? Yes, I can do that.
And the next.
Recently I’ve made risotto on election nights. There’s something meditative about stirring rice, adding liquid, more butter, Parmesan. My suggestion.
Okay, one moment at a time. I can do that!