So you know those moments when you start to panic? Now I’m not talking about an all out panic attack where you can’t breath, quite literally. But more so those moments when you start to feel uneasy, nervous or stressed by something that is going on. And it kind of takes over so that you can’t really concentrate anymore. And while you know you don’t love what is going on you also think its kind of ridiculous that you’re reacting the way you are. But you can’t help it.
Yeah, those moments. I get them. A lot.
Sometimes I’m at work. Sometimes I’m with the kids. Or maybe my husband, my parents or simply alone driving in the car. And there it is. For me I get this nervous feeling in my belly and I feel pretty significant chest pressure. When it happened the first time about 3 years ago I thought I was having a heart attack. My father had a massive heart attack at the age of 38 (thankfully he survived), which was just a few weeks after his brother died of one at the age of 42. So I spent my 38th year waiting for mine. And well, when the chest pressure first started I was 42. Destiny I figured. Until a medical test told me my heart was healthy.
My strategy has always been to breath deeply and do my best to eliminate the chest pressure as quickly as possible. Until I talked to Francisco about it. He told me to do the opposite. He told me to focus in on the physical manifestation of the moment and identify it. So I’ve been trying this for a couple of weeks now, feeling the chest pressure, identifying it in my head and focusing on it. And somehow this objectifies it. It makes it something I am experiencing rather than something I am. And with that, there is some distance created between it and me. And the more distant it becomes, the less I feel it. And then it’s gone. I know it’s gone because suddenly I notice I’m not thinking about it anymore. I’m onto something else without even realizing it because it is over.
Isn’t it funny how often the solution is the opposite of what you would think? Run towards the panic.