I planned and plotted and prepared everything that I could and some things went wrong. However, my goal to make sure no one went a way hungry worked. I went to bed early and slept. I charted what needed doing and it worked. We fed people and chatted and took pictures and I am so happy with how things went. Some people couldn't come and I felt sad. Some people showed up that I wasn't sure were coming and I felt delighted. I added one more thing to Thanksgiving. I used sticky notes and started posting things I am thankful for. I added to the list whenever I started stressing. Gratitude became a quick anti depressant that I could add to as needed without unpleasant side effects. Today, I am allowing myself recuperation time. Visiting, watching corny Christmas movies, and catching up on blog reading. I know that part of the process is decompression time. PTSD doesn't give me time off but with planning and perseverance it does take a back seat.
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