I am still pinching myself over the fact that I am working right now (during a pandemic no less!). It’s been roughly two months since I have returned to work and I am still in awe over the fact that we have been able to keep things moving at almost pre-pandemic levels, despite small changes to the daily treatment routine. (Don’t get me wrong! I am thankful everyday for the fact that I can operate and see each and every one of you at the clinic - even though I have to wear an outfit that makes me look like an extra playing a CDC scientist in a zombie / alien attack apocalypse movie as seen below!)
During my two months back at work, I have made a really interesting observation of almost all the conditions that I have been treating: and that is, most (if not all) of the conditions that I have worked on, no matter how unrelated each of them may seem to each other, stem from your everyday, standard anxiety!
Anxiety is often described in TCM theory as “over-worry” or “over-thinking”...
It's ba-a-a-ck! The holiday season that is. It's waiting - right around the corner. And depending on how you look at things it could be a time of great anticipation and merry-making or, it could be a time of never-ending to-do-to-get lists, burnt turkey dinners and "spirited family discussions".
Sure! Maybe for some of us, this is a nostalgic period and we are reminded of our childhood memories of decorating trees at home, the sound of jingling bells, Christmas carols and the familiar scents of freshly brewed peppermint hot chocolate.
The reality for most of us however, is that Christmas is often seen as a time of high stress and anxiety. As much as we hate to admit it, a good many of us tend to do the “holiday last minute shopping dash”, cram in as many projects as we can at work before we take time off and we force ourselves to be unnecessarily obligated to attend some of those awkward holiday gatherings.
It's been a crappy day. Hell, it's been a crappy week and a half (and counting) so far. I've been doing everything I can to try and hold myself together and keep up an appearance of zen-like "I have my shit together folks". I've been doing my health practitioner part by eating good, soul nourishing foods; taking myself out for walks / meals / time with friends; talking kindly to myself like a good practitioner would to a patient; and just being patient with myself on my less than stellar morning starts.
And the last minute cancellation that happened a few hours ago was that last shoe to drop this week and I'm finding myself sliding into a pretty %#* headspace and feeling bad that I just can't seem to resist the gravitational pull of sitting in a puddle of tears and tissues while wrestling away the lid of a pint of ice cream (which has to be vegan now that I can't eat eggs or dairy - crap!)
I was supposed to start the week off with a triumphant radiant glow, havin...