I woke up wobbly this morning. An unpleasant feeling of waiting for something to happen, except nothing is happening. At least, nothing I need to worry about.
I could go back to bed and stay there til I feel less wobbly, or I could push on and do the things that need doing – clean the guinea pigs out, cut the grass, start redecorating the bathroom – or I could push myself further and head out.
I used to try and pinpoint what I was feeling anxious about, but now I tend to roll with it. It’s there, I acknowledge it, move on. And so my plan is to do the things that need doing, slowly and at a pace I can manage, and then if there is time and energy later I will head out for a stroll.
And if the wobbly feeling doesn’t go away I will take my psych’s advice and chalk today up as being a less good day – we all have them – and start afresh tomorrow.