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Rhi. ([personal profile] rhivolution) wrote2015-10-22 09:45 pm

my post is pastede on yay

Icon (on Dreamwidth) actually is not particularly representative of my feelings, which are more like 'eh' in terms of 'no fucks'.

- I have gotten back into knitting, yay! Knitting for my wee nibling (who will turn one next week, wow) does make things a bit easier, because they are small and therefore things progress quickly and I feel better about life yay.

- Right, I need to sign up for Festivids before I forget. NEED TO. And Night Vale novel! And Ancillary Mercy! And the books I got in Berlin at Borderlands! Clearly, I have bought too many physical books lately and I am worrying about having reached Peak Bookshelf, which could be ameliorated by me not borrowing books (e and paper) from the public library left and right. Not that that will ever really happen.

- In other ways, some parts of fandom are doing my head in. I don't really want to talk about it in public. Trust no one, carry a big stick.

- I need to plan for the Smith 10 year reunion, which means I need to think about money and plane tickets and renting a car 'cause Mom will still be in school and and and. Due to Memorial Day being wicked late this year and colleague schedules (read: everyone in my office is getting married next year), I need to be back here before Wiscon, which is a bit disappointing, but I shall persevere.

(Getting to know some cool folk on Twitter makes me vaguely want to run a con of my own in Glasgow for Cool Fans Living North Of The Home Counties. I'd call it something like ConeCon with the tagline lots of planets have a north!. But my organizational skills are terrible, so it'd just end up being people sitting in a pub anyway, talking rubbish.)

- My clin psych has recommended muscle relaxation techniques for me to try, less as an anxiety flareup curative and more to keep general equilibrium* during the rest of the time. Anyone tried this at all? I'm slightly worried about either falling asleep or it having no effect whatsoever, but I have committed to giving it a go.

* I used another ten-dollar word in a work email earlier this week, as a natural conversational word, noticed after I sent it, then felt vaguely relieved when no one called me out.
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[personal profile] glinda 2015-10-23 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Knitting! Knitting small things is always so satisfying when I'm struggling to achieve other things. Though apparently my stress levels show in my knitting tension... I'm learning to knit socks at the moment for much the same reason.

I haven't done muscle relaxation persay but I did use a meditation tape - which was essentially just breathing exercises and visualising myself in a pretty garden - which resulted in all the muscles in my back, that cease up due to stress, loosening off. It certainly helped break the cycle of stress, pain, more stress and made my work stress more manageable. So if your anxiety does cause your muscles to cease up and give you pain, I reckon muscle relaxation would be worth a go.

Unrelatedly, I'd be up for Conecon, even if it is just sitting in a pub talking rubbish.
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[personal profile] ashkitty 2015-10-23 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I would totally be up for a fancon that was 'sitting in a pub talking rubbish.' Even if I am not actually in the north.
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[personal profile] brainwane 2015-10-24 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
I've done similar guided mindfulness body-scan meditation and found it helpful as a relaxation exercise.
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[personal profile] brainwane 2015-10-24 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Also I find it's pretty normal to experience sleepiness during meditation and during intentional relaxation exercises, especially when one's sleep-deprived or when one's just starting to do it regularly. It often passes.