Cooking is Therapy

This morning was a tough one. I was not in control when I woke up. Anxiety was ruling me. I don’t know why. I usually can identify my triggers but not today. I woke up anxious. The thought of getting out of bed and leaving the house had me panicked. Fighting against it had me exhausted.

After maybe a half hour of trying to reason with myself, I concluded I just wasn’t ready. Fortunately today was not a day when I had to force it. I had some leeway.  I took it. I went back to sleep.  I just took a brief nap, less than an hour.  Then I started my day.  It would be a day of routine errands, nothing too heavy.

While I was out I felt that cloud of anxiety creeping over me again.  First at the bank.  Then at a few more of my stops.  When I arrived back home I was discombobulated.  I found myself walking from room to room for no reason.  I eventually sat myself down.  I went over my to do list and saw that I was done.  I sat and ate quietly.  Then I went into the kitchen for therapy.

I made baked glazed donuts for the first time.  The task took me roughly ninety minutes.  It was a quiet and calming ninety minutes.  As I prepped, measured, and mixed I felt at peace.  This is all I need; quiet and my kitchen.

How do you cope with anxiety?

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