My therapist recently tasked me with something so simple that I was immediately skeptical. She asked me to describe the opposite of anxiety, and I instantly replied “contentment.” Even before she directed me to picture what contentment might look like, I returned to a recent morning of hoarfrost glittering on the prairie, awash in the pink of sunrise. Since that session, I’ve been trying to take myself back to that place when I feel a familiar dread creeping into my stomach. Sometimes, it really does work.
Wow, Nora! This is so beautiful. I loved the image of your office book. I loved all of it!