Random acts of gratitude

Yesterday was a terrible awful no good rotten day. I spent all day at the veterinarian with my kitty and her sheer terror about the car and the vet always makes me irrationally upset. She's sitting there for hours just shaking like a leaf and I kind of boiled over by focusing on the bad, my whole body was tense and felt ready to explode.

My go-to anti-anxiety is of course food. And I did eat some ice cream that belongs to my husband that I'm not supposed to know is there (that plan worked out well, btw), but it was a controlled, measured amount. And guess what? A controlled measured amount wan't enough to bury the anxiety. Shocking, right? I'm going to have a heart attack and die of not surprise.

So, I've decided that my new anti-anxiety is GRATITUDE! Breathe, be thankful, repeat.

I am grateful that my kitty is happy and doesn't seem to be bothered by her sickness.

I am grateful that we both have a warm place to sleep tonight.

I am grateful that I have an amazing job that allows me to spend a day at the veterinarian's without having to worry about lost wages.

I am grateful for two random strangers who said something nice to me this week. To the lady who was super impressed by me squatting 100 pounds, and to the lady who asked me if I am a dancer, thank you! You guys made my week.

Gratitude is my new anti-drug food. Donuts, not even once.