The Little Pill That Could…

I was scheduled for a nasty little procedure with my doc on Friday and because it was my second time through and I was terrified, I asked them to give me a little something something to help me through the process. 
My GOD. It was the little pill that could.  I was prescribed 5mg of diazepam, the generic equivalent of Valium, and for the entire 6 hours it was in my system, a new world opened up for me.  I am a naturally, uh, “high strung” person. I stress and pour over minute details of my daily life, get upset with my wonderful boyfriend for random, inconsequential things, and lose many, many hours of sleep at night because I’m so caught up in a life without a relax function.
I’m at avid yogi, a professional equestrienne, a student, and a voracious reader so my life is full of many activities that should insight relaxation.  However, it’s the little things that burrow deep into my overactive imagination and make me want to pull my hair out.  My brief stint with the little pill showed me how peaceful my life could be, and should be.

So, today, as I sit amid a stack of boxes that refuse to unpack themselves into my summer house, I think back on how much nicer life is when worrying isn’t an option.