I just finished three weeks of stressful work. One was writing a proposal and doing spec work for it (grrrrr….). The other was an information architecture project that is big and ill-defined.
I still have some work to do on the IA project, but I think I’ve got a solid base for now.
Next week, I have to present/pitch that proposal I wrote. I’m trying to transform my feelings about it/psych myself up for it. Then on Thursday, I have to pitch the IA. I’m less concerned about, but still don’t look forward to it.
Before I quit Effexor, went through withdrawal, and got onto something else after trying to be free of it, I didn’t have this kind of lack of confidence. I think it is getting better. I’m not panicking and having choking fits as much, but the anxiety is real.
I’m reading a book that offers a process for dealing with this kind of thing. “Soft Belly” breathing is one of the techniques.
I tried that this morning, but the pug sat in front of me and barked at me. She wanted her breakfast…
I also found that some Brian Eno and related ambient music on Pandora was helpful.
It’s 4:45 and I’m cutting out early.