anxiety bunnies

Not so long ago in the same zip code where I live now, I used to be prone to the "what ifs" and other anxiety bunnies. That’s what my mom always called them for some weird reason, anxiety bunnies. I guess because they kept popping up. And breeding.

As I found my way back to the Church, to a renewed faith and trust in God and a regular prayer life, the anxiety bunnies came by less and less often. They still pop in for a visit, but, I have coping mechanisms. I like to put a leash on them and take them for a walk. That way I’m not ignoring the message they’re trying to give me, but by separating them and paying attention to them (and tiring them out through exercise), they’re less prone to breed. Because once they breed …. well .. .those guys in Start Trek didn’t know how easy they had it with those pesky tribbles.

In case you haven’t guessed, I’ve just had a visit by a small cadre of anxiety bunnies. It was a nice evening out so I went for a long walk with them. I think they’re tuckered out now. Mostly what ifs about this journey. Combined with some work stress. And some pastoral council stress. And some other assorted general life stress.

Now that they’re exercised though, I think I need to spend some quiet time with the big guy. And some journalling. Blogging for an audience is great for crafting your thoughts, but sometimes there’s nothing like a big verbal "blah" of the pen, pouring out your heart, incoherent thoughts, and worries onto paper for posterity that only a future you will see.

I may or may not have time to post tomorrow, and then Friday I’m headed up to Seattle to hang out with .. .you guessed it … some groovy sisters. Hopefully the anxiety bunnies won’t try to hitch a ride.