Clear the mind.
Breathe in and out.
…Without being bothered by Haley’s piercing meows to leave the room. To head to the litter perhaps?
…Without thinking about how loud my mother’s voice is while she speaks to another cat like a baby. Her voice really is loud. A consequence of getting old and deaf?
…Without being seduced by the aroma of cooking. Longaniza. Hopefully garlic rice. I haven’t had a proper breakfast today. Popcorn and coffee with whey isn’t enough.
…Without feeling impatient to immerse myself back in Skyrim. I have a lot to do, such as securing the road between Helgen and Falkreath and clearing out some caves along the way.
…Without feeling anxious to call work back. They have the nerve to call me now that they need me. It’s not the fault of the person who’s calling. It’s the nature of the business.
…Without feeling anxious about an oddity in my Degree Works that states I have 43 credits, when I actually have 46. 45 credits is needed to graduate. And I will graduate.
…Without remembering that reading has to be done for Professor Weir’s class.
…Without discomfort building in my neck. Moving it up gives relief.
…Without losing patience that I might be wasting my time. I’m not. This is for anxiety. Hopefully, for my IQ as well.
It’s been under two minutes. This session is over.
There’s a need for improvement.