If you ask why my first thought's not always my best thought—especially when the anxious side of my mind has grabbed control over my thought processor—I'd reply: My metronome does its best thinking when logic reins in anxiety without blocking positively focused emotion out.
Since anxiety is another word for fear, which floods the brain with negatively focused thoughts, I work to identify thoughts that whisk my mind into dark places where confusion reigns supreme. You see, thoughts produce feelings, and focusing our minds on thoughts that exacerbate fear proves unproductive.
On the other hand, certain situations rouse anxiety for sound reason. If the reason for my anxiety is obvious, I recognize Mother Nature signaling me to think smart while brainstorming through difficult choices until my decision-making process resolves inner conflict, at least for now. At other times, when anxiety is aroused by reasons unknown, Mother Mature's gift of intuition suggests asking questions in hopes that answers received may minimize anxiety, thus easing my mind at least enough to rest for a short while. Each time my thought patterns place my mind at rest, my energy source (that would be my spirit) does not exhaust. Later in this story, I'll show you what happens when unnamed stress produces so much adrenalin pumping through my blood stream that the untamed level of my anxious state of mind almost wears my spirit out until, thank goodness, self trust, coupled with positive focus, save the day.
In answer to my question to Dr. B: Did you have a hand in creating the soothing atmosphere of tranquility that proves calming each time I spend in your office, Jerry smiles at me warmly and replies: My wife and I did it together after my bout with this disease. As you can imagine, Jerry's response made my mind smile, and when my mind smiles, so does my heart, and when my mind and heart smile so does my face :)
If you ask why this decorative environment, created by Jerry and his wife, relaxed my anxious state of mind, I'd reply: The fact that this caring surgeon thought to create such a tranquil environment, coupled with the compassionate emotional atmosphere provided by Jerry's staff, injected such feelings of peacefulness within my whole being that my lingering state of anxiety decreased, considerably.
I guess you could say that whenever Jerry comes to mind, the needle on my metronome points straight up. When connection with a self confident person inspires my needle to point straight up (suggesting that my think tank is well balanced), my sense of logic swings more readily toward the bright side of my mind where positive focus lights my way rather than allowing cancerous thoughts to swing emotion toward the dark side of my mind where fear, creating black holes of negativity, empowers anxiety to wrestle peace of mind to the mat, repeatedly.
As my encounters with Jerry and his staff instinctively inspire my sense of positive focus to renew, consistently, my intuition proved on the mark when I'd sensed this man to be the kind of person whose presence would continue to enrich my sense of personal well being. As for Will … we'll let him speak for himself when that part of this story unfolds where my husband takes out his list of questions and listens to Jerry's patiently detailed responses.
Since I understand the concept of problem-ownership, and as Will is the one who owns the brunt of this problem, he will be the one who has need to consider his choices when conflict, concerning options, arises in his mind. Even so, we've learned to consult each other during moments of crises and consider that which each believes to be best, because we've learned that each time conversation transports two frames of mind toward connecting on the same wave length, two heads prove better than one.
Though it's true that my first thought is not always my best thought, that day, when intuition guided me toward taking a leap of faith, which aligned my sense of well being with a surgeon, who introduced himself as Jerry, my think tank proved smart.
Each time Will and I set foot into Jerry's office, intuition suggested that we'd found a safe haven where anxiety relaxed … and as seeing is believing, let's return to the urology office, where Will and I are about to play twenty questions with Jerry, who as the master of ceremony, offers answers that minimize our anxiety—time after time …
Since anxiety is another word for fear, which floods the brain with negatively focused thoughts, I work to identify thoughts that whisk my mind into dark places where confusion reigns supreme. You see, thoughts produce feelings, and focusing our minds on thoughts that exacerbate fear proves unproductive.
On the other hand, certain situations rouse anxiety for sound reason. If the reason for my anxiety is obvious, I recognize Mother Nature signaling me to think smart while brainstorming through difficult choices until my decision-making process resolves inner conflict, at least for now. At other times, when anxiety is aroused by reasons unknown, Mother Mature's gift of intuition suggests asking questions in hopes that answers received may minimize anxiety, thus easing my mind at least enough to rest for a short while. Each time my thought patterns place my mind at rest, my energy source (that would be my spirit) does not exhaust. Later in this story, I'll show you what happens when unnamed stress produces so much adrenalin pumping through my blood stream that the untamed level of my anxious state of mind almost wears my spirit out until, thank goodness, self trust, coupled with positive focus, save the day.
In answer to my question to Dr. B: Did you have a hand in creating the soothing atmosphere of tranquility that proves calming each time I spend in your office, Jerry smiles at me warmly and replies: My wife and I did it together after my bout with this disease. As you can imagine, Jerry's response made my mind smile, and when my mind smiles, so does my heart, and when my mind and heart smile so does my face :)
If you ask why this decorative environment, created by Jerry and his wife, relaxed my anxious state of mind, I'd reply: The fact that this caring surgeon thought to create such a tranquil environment, coupled with the compassionate emotional atmosphere provided by Jerry's staff, injected such feelings of peacefulness within my whole being that my lingering state of anxiety decreased, considerably.
I guess you could say that whenever Jerry comes to mind, the needle on my metronome points straight up. When connection with a self confident person inspires my needle to point straight up (suggesting that my think tank is well balanced), my sense of logic swings more readily toward the bright side of my mind where positive focus lights my way rather than allowing cancerous thoughts to swing emotion toward the dark side of my mind where fear, creating black holes of negativity, empowers anxiety to wrestle peace of mind to the mat, repeatedly.
As my encounters with Jerry and his staff instinctively inspire my sense of positive focus to renew, consistently, my intuition proved on the mark when I'd sensed this man to be the kind of person whose presence would continue to enrich my sense of personal well being. As for Will … we'll let him speak for himself when that part of this story unfolds where my husband takes out his list of questions and listens to Jerry's patiently detailed responses.
Since I understand the concept of problem-ownership, and as Will is the one who owns the brunt of this problem, he will be the one who has need to consider his choices when conflict, concerning options, arises in his mind. Even so, we've learned to consult each other during moments of crises and consider that which each believes to be best, because we've learned that each time conversation transports two frames of mind toward connecting on the same wave length, two heads prove better than one.
Though it's true that my first thought is not always my best thought, that day, when intuition guided me toward taking a leap of faith, which aligned my sense of well being with a surgeon, who introduced himself as Jerry, my think tank proved smart.
Each time Will and I set foot into Jerry's office, intuition suggested that we'd found a safe haven where anxiety relaxed … and as seeing is believing, let's return to the urology office, where Will and I are about to play twenty questions with Jerry, who as the master of ceremony, offers answers that minimize our anxiety—time after time …
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