It’s often hard for me to stop thinking. I go in circles. I worry. About everything.
I have to make sure I have enough time to buy chips for the party, because if I don’t buy chips there won’t be any salty snacks, but what if there are too many people for just one bag of chips? What if I don’t have time to buy chips? I have to make sure I have enough time to buy chips, so there’s some salty snacks.
And so on, except it’s usually about more important things than chips. Like, my career. My future. My family.
I get the thoughts to stop the same way you get a song out of your head. If you have a song in your head, you listen to the song and it goes away. If I have a worry in my head, I go through the worrisome situation and it goes away. Saying “Stop!” to myself helps for a moment, but then the thoughts come back like a stubborn case of hiccups.
The less-effective way to make it stop is by telling myself “Who cares?”
There won’t be any salty snacks for the party. Who cares?
And et cetera.
I am glad that I have things that keep me occupied and don’t make me worry. Like blogging. And drawing. Creative writing. And lighting candles.
I love lighting candles. Nothing makes me feel calmer. I love watching the flame dance, I love the smell of the room when they’re lit. I love the color of the wax. I love candles. I can see why they’re used with meditating.
The candles make me feel like everything’s alright, even if there’s no salty snacks. Even if no one cares.