Travel plans have been made. Three, solo, (without my family), vacations are on the books and it feels like I'm throwing caution to the wind making these plans. Always the question, what else, what's coming next? Lurking in the back of my mind, the heavy darkness and thoughts that funnel downwards at an alarming rate always there. Do they ever leave? Because I'm a hypochondriac I'm quite certain it never does.
An acupuncture appointment is scheduled for early next week and likely there will be subsequent visits to quell the rising, ever present, low-level rhythms of anxiety. This is an ebb and flow*, words I come back to often and probably annoyingly at this point, but words that soothe me nonetheless.
*When I write the words ebb and flow, I see the yin-yang symbol in movement, harmoniously equal.
