Yesterday I had a difficult day. My emotions felt tight in my chest and throat and my hands just hung at my sides. I thought I was depressed, or sad, or anxious, or burnt out possibly.
I have read and known from own experience that when it doubt mentally, to do something physical.
I started with laundry. It felt good to sort through the colors (though mostly black) and then to feel them cold and damp on my bare arms when moving them from washer to dryer.
I moved piles of clothing around my room, sorting, hanging, purging, relocating, shuttling off to Good Will.
I recycled 16 pairs of shoes and 3 pairs of boots (not of the winter boot variety) I got rid of 8 hand bags and multiple items of clothing, from hot pants, pajama sets and knit dresses to slips, cardigans and skinny jeans.
I made my bed with clean sheets and vacuumed my bedroom floor (I so detest carpet and plan to rennovate this floor very soon) I let go and it felt like a whole new day had arrived.
I made a cup of Darjeeling tea, read for an hour, took dog for walk, and visited with friends.
Then I slept and dreamt of perfect and loving space all around and through me.