The exercise was simple – take a few minutes to write down hopes and fears on post-it notes, one per post-it.
At the end of it, I had written on six post-its. And only one was a hope. Looks like the “fear encrusted neurons” are still at it.
Speaking of writing things down, maybe this is one of the reasons writing down things you’re grateful for is supposed to be a good exercise. Maybe it is supposed to help orient your mind toward hopeful things and away from ruminating on the dark.
Maybe if I do more of that, it will make it easier to say “Fuck it. Eat Pizza.”