(I also tell it "I gotchu, baby girl," but that's optional.)

I love this imagery, including your talking to your anxiety.

My therapist talks in terms of the internal parent, child and adult. And I talk to them and work out some understanding.

Hmmm, I like this too.

I got to the gym today for the first time in almost a month. I didn't realize it had been that long. I walked a mile and did a 30 minute weight circuit. Driving over I had aspirations of walking 2 miles, but I'm ok with keeping it simple and working back up to that.

That's such a brilliant idea, treating your anxiety like a creature that's acting up, or acting out. I love this. I am going to name mine Mildred (for my maternal grandmother), who was the source of much anxiety for everyone in my family. (Bless her heart.)

Did delicious finally up and die for good? I still have recipes bookmarked there! (Not to mention reams of fic, but whatever.) And now I can't find this easy citrus pasta recipe that I wanted to make tomorrow. Frabbish.

Now over 2 hours since flight was supposed to depart. We had to switch planes and i left my Kindle on the original plane. Fuck.

Got a scorching look from a preteen when the alley cats she wants to pet (they're having none of her) came running across the parking lot to me the instant I opened my car door. What can I say, I've found that giving them food and not lunging at them while emitting high-pitched shrieks works wonders.

I am so mad that Pitch was not renewed, I keep refreshing AO3 hoping for the beginning of a S2 fic from a writer I like.

So, I took 4 books out from the library, physical hardcovers. Finished the first and left it in the living room. Finished the secon and put it with the first one in the living room. Books 3 and 4 I left in the bedroom as I finished them. So now I go to gather them all up, 3 and 4 right where I thought they were, 2 where I thought it would be, 1, which should be under 2, nowhere. How?

Singing alto. . . although Beethoven's "alto" is alot like other composers' "soprano".

News from Book Riot regarding Miss Fisher movie:

The Miss Fisher movie is called Miss Fisher and the Crypt of Tears. There's also plans for a prequel TV spin-off focused on a younger version of Phryne investigating some of her first mysteries.

Excited for the movie and for the spin-off.

I am always annoyed at the finale of Miss Fisher. She was planning to fly to England in a two-seater open plane? Across oceans and Asia and Europe? What about storms? What about refueling? What about maps?! If she was just trying to catch up with the ship, that's one thing. Or send a telegram to her mother herself explaining that this time she believes her father has mended his ways. It irks me.

That's such a brilliant idea, treating your anxiety like a creature that's acting up, or acting out. I love this.

There's a reason that when Cleolinda came up with the term "Brain Raccoons" during a Hannibal recap, I latched onto it immediately. Plus it led to Plei giving me the best anti-anxiety pep talk ever! "Your Brain Raccoons are lying to you! They want you to go steal that guy's leg!"

Left your kindle on the plane Dana?!? Oh no!!