jitters

I don't know if you're like me but the day before I travel I am full of anxiety. Once I'm on my way I feel better. But the waiting is the hardest part as they say. So I have almost everything packed. I know what to wear on the plane. So I should be feeling on top of things right?

I've read that these things help: Gratitude. Mindfulness. Naming the problem. The human touch.

So I recited what I'm grateful for: being able to go on this trip at all. For having a home. For my husband who will miss me. For my friends.

I'm trying to just stay in the moment. Connect with the breath. Expand the time before stimulus and response.

I'm naming the problem: Fear

And I'm giving my husband a lot of hugs and kisses!

But the best thing was that I got a phone call from my friend Elyce and she just cracked me up about what it was like to be a kid in our house growing up. About how my dad made coffee cake every weekend and rang a bell to get us to the table. About how we all had to squeeze into one old blue station wagon to get around. And how at any minute one of the sisters would stomp up the stairs saying she just couldn't take it anymore. And about how much she loved it all. Laughter is the best medicine. Plus some Klonopin.