Eva Pasco's Blog - Posts Tagged "anxiety"
Eva’s Byte #290 – Nippers
Jack Frost nipping at your nose…
There’s that nipper--a lyric from “The Christmas Song” which alludes to frigid temperatures. A Storm 10 meteorologist affiliated with one of the local news channels in my neck of the woods, stated that a breezy northwest wind will produce wind chills in the 20s throughout this afternoon.
No doubt, the first of many nose-nippers as winter approaches.
Then there’s the COVID-19 pandemic, nipping at our heels, behooving all of us to make the season bright, however we can, for our own peace of mind.
One of those candle burners at both ends—late to bed and early to rise—much of my self-isolated day is devoted to writing, be it: drafting my WIP, composing a weekly blog and occasional memoir, editing, reading/reviewing.
However, approaching the wee small hours of the morning, I need an ice breaker to nip anxiety in the bud. Last night, during my bout of restlessness, I didn’t feel up to putting in the time to watch a Christmas movie. But, restlessness being a catalyst for Internet exploration, I discovered plenty of You Tube videos on Christmas Home Décor tours.
In my glory, and much to my delight, I embarked on two virtual tours that instilled in me: the warmth, charm, and glow of the holiday season.
If I hadn’t already crafted a gunny sack wrap out of burlap for my recently acquired 4-ft. artificial Douglas fir, I may have considered standing it in a wicker basket and draping a wide scarf or blanket throw to function as a skirt.
No matter the season, there will always be nippers at our heels. When a nip of sherry won’t do, our own creative outlets and pursuits have potential to nip the doldrums in the bud. Perchance, just by changing the scenery.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
There’s that nipper--a lyric from “The Christmas Song” which alludes to frigid temperatures. A Storm 10 meteorologist affiliated with one of the local news channels in my neck of the woods, stated that a breezy northwest wind will produce wind chills in the 20s throughout this afternoon.
No doubt, the first of many nose-nippers as winter approaches.
Then there’s the COVID-19 pandemic, nipping at our heels, behooving all of us to make the season bright, however we can, for our own peace of mind.
One of those candle burners at both ends—late to bed and early to rise—much of my self-isolated day is devoted to writing, be it: drafting my WIP, composing a weekly blog and occasional memoir, editing, reading/reviewing.
However, approaching the wee small hours of the morning, I need an ice breaker to nip anxiety in the bud. Last night, during my bout of restlessness, I didn’t feel up to putting in the time to watch a Christmas movie. But, restlessness being a catalyst for Internet exploration, I discovered plenty of You Tube videos on Christmas Home Décor tours.
In my glory, and much to my delight, I embarked on two virtual tours that instilled in me: the warmth, charm, and glow of the holiday season.
If I hadn’t already crafted a gunny sack wrap out of burlap for my recently acquired 4-ft. artificial Douglas fir, I may have considered standing it in a wicker basket and draping a wide scarf or blanket throw to function as a skirt.
No matter the season, there will always be nippers at our heels. When a nip of sherry won’t do, our own creative outlets and pursuits have potential to nip the doldrums in the bud. Perchance, just by changing the scenery.
*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte #353 – A Sigh of Relief!
I’m one of nearly 11 million along the East Coast who battened down the hatches on January 29th during a blizzard which dumped up to 25 inches of snow in the throes of powerful wind gusts.
While anxiety-ridden for most of the 24-hour period, I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t lose power during temperatures plummeting from 25 to 8 degrees by the following morning. That morning, I breathed another sigh of relief when I discovered there was hardly any snow to remove from my vehicle. The wind gusts had worked favorably in blowing the light, fluffy snow elsewhere. Yet another sigh of relief escaped me when I didn’t have to grapple with frozen door locks.
Sighs of relief, for whatever reason, remind me of a literary denouement: a resolution to a dramatic complication. Speaking for myself—my overactive imagination often creates my own dilemmas.
In the capacity of a writer, my runaway imagination is an asset, often running ahead of me as I draft my Contemporary work in progress. I completed Chapter 6 (1571 words) which is fraught with dramatic complications. Far from resolving anything just yet, I did breathe a sigh of relief for having satisfied my inner critic who will hound me throughout Chapter 7.
*May our sighs of relief accompany a feeling of comfort in the wake of real or self-induced anxiety.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
While anxiety-ridden for most of the 24-hour period, I breathed a sigh of relief that I didn’t lose power during temperatures plummeting from 25 to 8 degrees by the following morning. That morning, I breathed another sigh of relief when I discovered there was hardly any snow to remove from my vehicle. The wind gusts had worked favorably in blowing the light, fluffy snow elsewhere. Yet another sigh of relief escaped me when I didn’t have to grapple with frozen door locks.
Sighs of relief, for whatever reason, remind me of a literary denouement: a resolution to a dramatic complication. Speaking for myself—my overactive imagination often creates my own dilemmas.
In the capacity of a writer, my runaway imagination is an asset, often running ahead of me as I draft my Contemporary work in progress. I completed Chapter 6 (1571 words) which is fraught with dramatic complications. Far from resolving anything just yet, I did breathe a sigh of relief for having satisfied my inner critic who will hound me throughout Chapter 7.
*May our sighs of relief accompany a feeling of comfort in the wake of real or self-induced anxiety.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte #360 – That Recurring Dream
I’ve had a few recurring dreams with separate themes over the course of my lifetime. It is assumed most recurring dreams reveal the presence of unresolved conflicts or stress in the dreamer’s life.
About to relate the gist of a recurring dream I had the other night, I’ll rule out an unresolved conflict because I’ve long since completed undergraduate and graduate studies in college, receiving magna cum laude honors for both.
This particular recurring dream revolves around stress which spawned a traumatic experience in 1973:
A week before graduation, the Records Office informed me they had lost my transcript—record of all the academic courses completed during one’s entire college career. Regardless of their negligence, they had no evidence I’d completed the coursework necessary to receive a Bachelor of Science degree. Fortunately, submitting every semester’s report card, saved the day.
My recurring dream is often a combination of blunders related to taking evening and summer courses for my Master’s degree:
I’ve missed several classes because of forgetting about them. I don’t remember where the class is held. I haven’t started my term paper. I can’t find my car in any of the parking lots.
Really?
In my capacity of a writer, I’m nearing the finish line for Chapter 9 of my Contemporary work in progress (1327 words). Similar to conducting research for a term paper, I’m scouting for details about the 1920s with the purpose of adding relevancy to a character’s backstory.
*May our dreams become sources of inspiration rather than distortions of reality.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
About to relate the gist of a recurring dream I had the other night, I’ll rule out an unresolved conflict because I’ve long since completed undergraduate and graduate studies in college, receiving magna cum laude honors for both.
This particular recurring dream revolves around stress which spawned a traumatic experience in 1973:
A week before graduation, the Records Office informed me they had lost my transcript—record of all the academic courses completed during one’s entire college career. Regardless of their negligence, they had no evidence I’d completed the coursework necessary to receive a Bachelor of Science degree. Fortunately, submitting every semester’s report card, saved the day.
My recurring dream is often a combination of blunders related to taking evening and summer courses for my Master’s degree:
I’ve missed several classes because of forgetting about them. I don’t remember where the class is held. I haven’t started my term paper. I can’t find my car in any of the parking lots.
Really?
In my capacity of a writer, I’m nearing the finish line for Chapter 9 of my Contemporary work in progress (1327 words). Similar to conducting research for a term paper, I’m scouting for details about the 1920s with the purpose of adding relevancy to a character’s backstory.
*May our dreams become sources of inspiration rather than distortions of reality.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
