By Caitlin Kelly
When we’re feeling anxious, few things are as helpful as comfort.
It can be difficult for some people — private, feisty, super-independent — to open up wide enough to admit: “I need help!”
But if you can, and if people respond with love, my oh my…
Self-soothing is also a crucial life skill.
It might be food or drink or a hug or a hand to hold.
My pre-op nerves soothed by a tiny rhino. (Good band name!) It went well.
It might be a stuffed animal, whether you’re six, 16 or 60.
It might be a kind word in the middle of a tough moment or a gentle touch.
It might be a bright bouquet of flowers.
It might be a lovely notecard — on paper, sent with a stamp — that arrives just at the right time.
It might be the loving presence of your dog or cat — or husband/wife/partner.
It might be a view out the window of something lovely that soothes you.
It might be your favorite music.
It might be a familiar poem or prayer.
In a time of some personal anxiety, I have been truly grateful for all of these, arriving from Dublin and Paris and London and Hawaii.
Some of you have commented here and some have emailed me privately.