Back in April, I posted about making a coping skills toolbox. So far, I’ve only used it once when I reread a favorite book I’d placed in it.
Today, I took this journal from it. It contains (written versions of) magnetic poetry I began writing in April 1998. But not just that. It also contains poetry from James, Timmy, and Steve that they made from magnetic words I pulled randomly for them. And hilariously, there is this poem (once again, from words pulled randomly) that I noted was written by Timothy and me:
Storm Poetry
My favorite photo
Folds down
In the stiff breeze
You see me
But why speak
With me
Most stare
Squirm–his addition
I’ll bet I laughed like a crazy person when he added his one word.
There’s nothing in the journal after 2004, and for good reason. That’s the year I began blogging (on LiveJournal), so any poems ended up on the blog instead of in the journal. Including, of course, an entire year of magnetic poetry in 2011. One a day. I don’t know how I did it.
Today I pulled some random words from the 50 Something Kit.
What does it MEAN? Does it mean I’m giving anxiety a quick pass, like I don’t need or harbor it anymore?
Or does it mean I have passed my skill at anxiety with flying colors, I am the A+ student of anxiety?
I’m relatively sure it’s the second option.