Late one night, in a cabin way in the Northern Kingdom my young daughter woke screaming. Her arm was nearly black. And she was in the most extraordinary pain. As I touched her black throbbing arm, I almost passed out. We soon found the culprit, an elastic that had worked its way up her arm.
But to this day I LOVE HOW SHE FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. No part of her was unclear that no circulation is not ok.
I’ve seen a recent trend in clients ( and, of course, in myself ) where a chronic vibration of anxiety creates this tourniquet of static, cutting off the flow of life to that area.
Wanna know if you have an anxiety tourniquet on an area of your life? Check it:
- do you feel like a nervous poop when you think about it?
- Is life moving weirdly and unsatisfyingly there?
Then you probably do. And….
I want you to stop being so fucking calm about it. Chronic anxiety is not okay, not helpful and you don’t have to endure it anymore.
Anxiety is you using your focus to activate realities you don’t want and feeling powerless in the whole deal. It literally cuts you off from all your intuitive urges, and the guidance that’s always coming through and so, in that area, you likely feel like a bit of a dunce and a lifelong sloth because you ain’t got no mojo flowing.
It’s nice to realize that removing that tourniquet of anxiety will release life force to flood that area again. And you’ll get to meet your fully funded, awake and playing like a boss self in this area. You’ll get to crush out on Renewed and Sexypants You again.
It’s spring, and the sap is rising. Let it rise, darlings, let it rise.
Here’s how I play with and thru anxiety:
I went through a whole ninja training period where my sole aim was to get better at relaxing.
I slowed way down, and really started to pay attention to what works for me. Hot long baths actually make me angry. Laying all day on tropical beaches are something I would pay to avoid. Rock hopping really hard, fast and bright into the surf, on the other hand, cleans me to my wind parts.
Listen, really tune in. And make room for a realer relationship with your own calm abiding self.
I collect tools, shamelessly, just like I’m not shy about snatching a beautiful shell or rock from the shore. I harbor no romantic attachments to having happiness be easy or inevitable. It’s a craft and something that takes dedication and no small measure of wizardry.
I greet new tools like the new best friends they are and incorporate them into my toolkit. I make sure I have some uptodate tools for anxiety. Right now EFT, on the go nidra breathwork, and shifting my focus are really close friends to me.
I get ahead of the momentum. Joy o clock is a simple practice of getting up a little earlier than your life does and turning all of your gorgeous human attention, for a small period of time, on your joy, where she is, and how you can be closer and more steadily in love with each other.
It’s like a sexy date with your forever love Joy. In that, you inevitably discover those thoughts and worries that are creating that anxious static tourniquet that prevents all the joyful impulses from getting through to you. And you deal with them, right there, and get a jump on them before they get a jump on you! Leverage that contrast yo! Don’t let it leverage you. As Abraham says, it’s easier to just step out of the way of the Mack truck that’s about to fall on you, then to try to clean up the mess if you don’t.
Happy chilling the eff out friends,