Making That Face

The face I make when I turn my pervasive catastrophizing on its head. I think I made up that term by combining each I came across on my lifelong quest to learn, learn, learn about how I am in the world.

I know I am one adventurous broad and all that, but I am also dealing with my personal #*@* too.

It is a bit of a dance of giving that crap some space to air out and not giving it too much oxygen to grow.

I was also reminded of another way to look at it and this is now my mantra:

Is it true?
Is it real?

Um, 99.99% of the time, the freak out mind#*@& is not. So, there you go.