In every day life, I can be counted upon to stress over a diverse array of things. My friend hasn’t replied to my text in over a week… We aren’t sticking to our monthly household budget…Are we saving enough? Am I a good enough teacher?
These are the bread and butter of my worries and every so often, especially if I have missed an exercise opportunity or forgotten to journal my thoughts, I can sink into a deep state of melancholy; fed by a negative internal monologue. The monologue follows the usual script: criticism; for being ungrateful for the privileges…
