Today, I had a bad day. Actually, I didn’t, but I almost had a bad day. I was laying down trying to sleep before work and I realized that my anxiety level was very high today.
I recognized some of the factors that were probably making my anxiety worse. There were likely activities that I could have thrown my self into which would have sublimated my worries, partially relieving them. I could have definitely given in to the desire to be doing something, anything (whether anything was accomplished or not) and sacrificed sleep.
Instead, I acknowledged that my anxiety level was very high. I recognized that it was making me uncomfortable. Then, I realized that I had to go to work in a few hours and I really needed to get some sleep. Sleeping was a more productive goal than my anxiety in that moment.
Neither is easy for me – letting go of my anxiety, or accomplishing sleep – but I did both today. As a result, an almost bad day wasn’t actually that bad.