Letters to Little One

Breathe in the Now

Dear Little One,

Sometimes I struggle with anxiety. And when it hits, there are times I understand why and times I haven’t the slightest idea. I’m working on it, but sometimes it still feels bigger than me.

I’m not sure if this is something you’ll struggle with. I hope not. Though I feel as though we all do in some from, be it with anxiety or healthy doses of nerves and worry. Regardless of where you stand, I hope you know you can talk to me, and that you’re going to be okay.

Right now, I’m reading this book called OCD, the Dude & Me and in it the main character has OCD which is heightened when she gets overwhelmed. And while she can do little in the way of stopping her brain from initially becoming overwhelmed, she describes a technique on how to cope from there. She says that sometimes we’ll worry about the future and sometimes we’ll worry about the past, and in that worry we’ll send ourselves to those places, thus disconnecting ourselves from the present and making it much harder to calm down. To counteract this, she says her therapist tells her to breathe. Breathe and put your hand over your heart so you can feel it beating. Because that breath and those steady beats, those are now. They are your proof that you are here, now. You are no longer in the past and not yet in the future, so stop worrying about then and there. Take comfort in what you have now and move forward.

Keep breathing, Little One, and I’ll do the same.

See you soon.

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Letters to Little One

Windows Down

Dear Little One,

The thermometer reached 89 degrees today, which is unheard of for February. There are people all over the world complaining about snow pack and frozen pipes and icy roads, and then there’s us, sweating in shorts and eating ice cream cones. I’m still holding out hope that we get a little more rain before summer, but I suppose we’ll see what the weather has in store for us.

Over the last few weeks, the heat has been pretty consistent, making it impossible for me not to fall into summer patterns. I’ve pulled out my flip flops, craved frozen yogurt, and opened all the windows in my house. I’ve also started to drive with the music up and the windows down. And while I’m not really someone who likes to draw attention to myself, there is a special kind of freedom that comes with singing your heart out into the open air. I downloaded a bunch of new country songs and have been letting the breeze sweep through my car, blowing my hair around as I hum along.

So even though I know the air conditioning is tempting, and on some summer days it’s almost imperative, roll your windows down and let the fresh air cool you off as often as you can. There’s just something about it that forces you to breathe.

 

See you soon.

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