After some semi-comatose recovery time from my Taos-Fail, I wheeled my art cart into Starbucks yesterday and camped out for the morning. Surrounding my surrogate-self on the page with the warm, chuffing bulk of pachyderms coaxed my sore brain to a softer place.
I also started working with my Panda Planner, a tool my therapist highly recommends. Along with the regular planner-type stuff, it fosters brain health with headings like What I’m Grateful For, Things I’m Looking Forward To, and a nightly review that includes Wins for the Day.
I feel like I’m starting to crawl out from under the stress of moving (or not knowing when I’ll move) and get back to things that need attention. Slowly. Carefully. I don’t want to startle the elephants.