Power of Suggestion

I am still in the proverbial lion's den, anxious of what this day might hold while equally anxious that the Texas branch is falling off the tree without me. YS and family, as well as hubs, have told me they are traveling up here, but they sure are being quiet about it. I find myself wondering if anxiety is all I can count on today. Plying ACT exercises to let that be okay enough that I can set it on the mental side burner. Anxiety happens. Factor it in and keep your senses in the here and now.

"Expectations" and "Power of Suggestion" are the themes which emerged during this morning's meditations. Both are complex therapy threads in my strictly personal psychotherapy. Threads of more words than I care to type this morning. Can I let the threads weave softly without undue verbage? Weaving is an art/science of many loops which are easier to perform than describe.

As of bedtime last night, Sis and I were making plans to paint the kitchen with hopes of getting to other rooms, as well. Easier to hope than do, especially in an over-crowded house. We see what the day brings.