Whenever I’m feeling the first few rumblings of panic in my gut, a simple distraction can make a huge difference in my anxiety level.
Elementary school math: you start with the basics, and only challenge yourself further once you've mastered a level. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, division. Why should approaching anxiety and phobias be any different?
My limbs, it seems, have resolved their life-long impasse with my brain. This reminds me of something very important: the brain's capability to learn and change.
I grew up rather fond of tapping out beats on tabletops with pens, but that's about where my percussion experience ended. A drummer's ability to drum has always fascinated me. So many beats. So many limbs.
I was captivated by its simplicity, its wide-open page spaces, and its daily "HOT" notations that sung out to me, siren-like: you, absent-minded gal that you are, can prioritize! You can!
Because it's so easy for me to become sidetracked when trying to get things done, I've developed a system. (And it works, when I bother to use it.)
One task begets another, and I often get so sidetracked while cleaning that I forget what I was doing in the first place.