When I’m in Survival Mode, I’m concentrating on simply making it through an experience, to the exclusion of everything else.
Yesterday, I was in survival mode as I:
- went to the funeral of my wonderful father-in-law,
- declared my intention to survive into my 90s, as he did,
- hugged many people I love,
- cried,
- asked the rhetorical question, “Is this the worst day ever?”
- told somebody I’d just met that my job was helping people be in the moment,
- talked about the book Everything Happens for a Reason,
- shocked somebody I hadn’t seen for years by telling him I recently survived open heart surgery,
- got an INR blood test at Tufts Medical Center,
- drove by several properties with a view of water,
- ate some delicious food,
- drank tea,
- listened to music,
- said to my boyfriend Michael, “I survived the day! Maybe I’ll give thanks for surviving every day now, for the rest of my life,” and
- took these pictures:
What do you do when you’re in survival mode?
Survival-mode thanks to all who helped me survive writing this post and to you — of course! — for surviving everything that’s happened to you so far.