Flirting with a panic attack - just me?
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I'm used to unplugging for an hour or more at a time. When I'm doing massage or coaching, I don't look at my phone. But outside of sessions, I'm just like everyone else. If I don't watch it, I'll waste all kinds of time on things that don’t matter. And with the news, I can start flirting with a panic attack. I don't want to live there. I'm all for being informed and taking action, but I'm also aware that unplugging from my device grounds me and increases my joy for my life. There's a power in noticing what's happening right now, around you. Right now, I have a snoring chihuahua tucked in a blanket beside me. I can see the mid-morning sun illuminating the plants in our front yard. The potatoes I'm roasting are dispersing an aroma of garlic and ginger. I'm writing you an email to help bring a little peace and calm into your life. Life is pretty okay, despite it all. How about you, Reader? What's something sweet or beautiful or kind that you can find around you? Take it in. Don't let your device rule your life. You’re in charge. I'm working on a project right now to help you create a healthier relationship with devices and would love your help. ​Would you take 2 minutes and answer these questions? Click here.​ And please write back and let me know how you're doing. In Joy, Nyssa
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Nyssa Hanger
Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.
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