Friday was my last day of work at my old job, and I can’t say the day went well. I started crying before I left and didn’t stop all the way home. I bawled all through supper, and it didn’t end until I went swimming with my husband. Even on Saturday, I felt extremely anxious and depressed. I honestly had no idea how I was going to hold it together with not working and the stress of moving on top of it.
On Monday we had my good-bye lunch with my co-workers, and afterward my husband and I went for a walk in the woods. The temperature was perfect, breezy and sunny, and the woods were so peaceful without a soul around.
As we started walking I could feel my thoughts start to race again. Fear, self-doubt, and negative thoughts crowded around. But the day was so pretty and lovely, I told my mind to stop talking. I forced myself to pay attention to my surroundings and only my surroundings, and let my thoughts be carried away on the wind without holding onto them.
It was perfect. It was lovely. We saw birds, and chipmunks, and frogs. I breathed in the scent of pines (trees are known to help reduce stress). My husband just stood and held me for awhile.
It wasn’t everything. It wasn’t forever. But just for that afternoon, I felt peace. More than I’d felt in a very long time.