I always find it funny when someone tells me I’m cool and collected under pressure. Sure, I may put on a calm face but it sure isn’t because I’ve mastered the art of keeping the mind in a zen-like state of serenity.
A more likely story is when all hell breaks loose, I freak out on the inside and unknowingly make this catatonic face. Ain’t nobody got time for facial expressions and arm flapping, not when I still have to attend to normal human functions (i.e. breathing, smiling, nodding, generally pretending my heart isn’t about to drop out my butt).
Thankfully, most days do not induce full-blown panic, but I often get a heaping dose of “panic lite” — butterflies, clammy hands, the jitters, a sudden ability to feel my heartbeat thudding inside my skull etc.
For those who are lucky enough to have never experienced this for themselves, I might describe the feeling as something akin to being swept off a waterfall and plunging into unknown waters … much like today’s doodle! (See what I did there?)
I so wish there was an easy fix, such as waving a wizard’s staff and magicking it all away (Isn’t it great when the doodles tie in together?), but alas all I’ve learned is this three-step method, which so far has worked every time though it is not easy:
- Freak out.
- Take a deep breath and do it anyway.
And then of course repeat as required to make it through another day.
*Praying doesn’t “persuade” God to miraculously make my problems disappear, but prayer puts my heart in a better place so I can face whatever (horror) comes at me.