If I limit my access to social and news apps and open the window to the outdoors, I do better.
The window lets in
- the feel and sound of the wind,
- the glint of water droplets on spruce needles,
- the brown-eyed wariness of the deer,
- the quick boldness of the robin,
- the optimism of the daffodil nodding in the breeze,
- the smell of spring emerging outside,
- and a reminder of something larger than myself and my anxiety.
Let me be as vigilant for beauty as for threats.