The 30-Day Writing & Publishing Project, Day 17: Happy Anniversary

This afternoon I went to my monthly acupuncture appointment. While driving there, I realized that it’s been exactly one year this month since I started getting stuck with teeny tiny needles on a regular basis in an effort to “rebalance my energy flow,” or, as I like to think of it, learn to relax and go with the flow like a “normal” person.

It reminds me of that scene on Modern Family when the family is vacationing in Hawaii, and high-strung Mitchell says, while unsuccessfully trying to chill by the pool, “I don’t find relaxing very relaxing.”

I laughed in recognition.

Actually, I do find relaxing at least slightly relaxing, but only in small doses. Although I have been known to stay in my pjs, drink coffee and read for an entire day, I usually feel terrible afterwards, like I’ve committed some awful crime against productivity.

Like the recent Sunday when I spent 4 hours reading the New York Times, then flew into a panic thinking, “What have I done, what have I done?!?! I have SO much to do today, and I just spent 4 hours reading the paper!!” It’s a wee bit crazy-making. 

So I’m trying to put a lid on that kind of screwy thinking and behavior. Hence the monthly acupuncture.  Well, to treat that and a few other things that need “balancing.”

According to The Mayo Clinic website, “Traditional Chinese medicine explains acupuncture as a technique for balancing the flow of energy or life force — known as qi or chi (CHEE) — believed to flow through pathways (meridians) in your body. By inserting needles into specific points along these meridians, acupuncture practitioners believe that your energy flow will re-balance.”

Doesn’t that sound divine?

I know when I leave my appointments each month, I certainly feel divine. Relaxed, happy, and chill, like everything is right with the world, fairly floating on a cloud of “what, me worry?”

And that feeling usually lasts a good two, three hours.

I’m working my way up to feeling that post-acupuncture high round the clock.  That is the goal.

Baby steps, though, baby steps.