I’m having one of those days. I call them my Italian Job days. Not because I am going around stealing safes, but for the scene where Donald Sutherland explains to Mark Wahlberg what fine means
These days normally occur when I have too much going on, thoughts swirl madly round in my head and I start to panic. I’ve learnt to see the warning signs now so I know what to do. I have a plan that I go through that usually works.
I always start with that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you know that something is wrong, but you don’t know what. The breathing gets heavier and a panicked feeling starts. You reach the point where you feel like you are going to cry.
Before, I would let that emotion take over and meltdown, now I can stop myself.
- Breathe. Just breathe. In and out, slowly and calmly. Nothing can happen if you just breathe.
- What’s wrong?
- Yes, you do know what’s wrong, say it.
- Everything is fixable, make a plan, step by step, find the fix.
My “fine” moment may sound stupid to some. But what I say is that if something is important to you, it is never stupid. My moment today was worrying about my assignment, worrying that I wasn’t clever enough to be doing a degree, worrying I was doing everything wrong, worrying myself into sheer panic.
I feel better now. I’m calm. I’m back on plan. I can do this, of course I can; I just need to remember that I can.
Sometimes, you just forget to breathe.