Once upon a time we had a bullmastiff named Hercules (pour some kibble out for our fallen homie).
He possessed many interesting quirks one of which fascinated me more than the others.
Before he’d sit on the couch (I’m those people. Not only do I allow dogs on furniture–I encourage it.) Hercules would gather the fleece blankets with his paws and “plump” them.
He’d scrape and he’d collect and he’d move the blankets around appearing, in essence, to attempt to create a perfect spot in which to plop.
The problem, however, was once he started Hercules couldn’t stop.
We bipeds would joke he’d get stuck in a loop and the only way to end the “plumping” was to quite literally (and gently) knock him over.
Said toppling was no small feat when ‘plumping canine’ was 140+ pounds—-but that’s what the situation demanded.
Recently I’d found myself in a Herc-worthy loop of sorts.
And it wasn’t so much I’d no one to knock me down, I needed more than that.
I knew intuitively my situation required something to weigh me down.
Literally? Metaphorically? I wasn’t certain.
no couch? no plump.
On the surface I ROCKED IT.
I’d created a space where I felt steady.
I succeeded in feeling tethered in the mornings because—>lark.
Midday, however, while I worked/pitched for more work I’d spiral.
I’d metaphorically plump. I needed an anchor.
And it began and ended with my work-space.
The concept of anchor comes from Neuro-Linguistic Programming.
As defined by NLP, anchors exist as links to emotions. They serve to spark us into desired states of being/frames of mind.
My work-space felt wobbly.
The table at which I sat 3 times a day for meals and all the rest of the day for work was literally shaky.
This unsteadiness seeped into my subconscious.
I craved solid, steady, and something immovable without help.
I knew how I perceived my environment would be how I created my reality.
this anchor isn’t portable.
In the past my anchors have been tiny. Necklaces, stones, items easily carried throughout my day.
My new anchor is everything I never knew I always wanted.
• I sit eyes closed at the start of my day and breathe deeply.
• I visualize when I felt tethered, capable and strong.
• I touch transferring mental images/internal feelings to tangible anchor of the wood.
And it’s worked.
Now when winds/currents in my world threaten to cause me to become stuck in a loop: I stop, sit, breathe, touch and I’m grounded again.
- Have you ever felt the need for anchors in your life?