Sometimes it is the small things...
Good Morning,
I was cleaning a room this morning for iminent guests and I found my lucky coin. It had gone missing a few months ago, maybe longer, and I haven't been carrying it. Now I am again.
It is comforting. It is almost like a worry stone and helps with some stuff because I can always feel it in my pocket. I know, rationally, that something like that shouldn't have any effect me whatsoever, but it does.
I am not going to think about it too much. Thinking makes things worse. Thinking is bad.
Wayne
I was cleaning a room this morning for iminent guests and I found my lucky coin. It had gone missing a few months ago, maybe longer, and I haven't been carrying it. Now I am again.
It is comforting. It is almost like a worry stone and helps with some stuff because I can always feel it in my pocket. I know, rationally, that something like that shouldn't have any effect me whatsoever, but it does.
I am not going to think about it too much. Thinking makes things worse. Thinking is bad.
Wayne