Since discovering this forum, I have allowed myself to be 'obsessed' with two nagging 'mental hangnails:' 1) what type of AF do I have? and 2) what can I do to help myself get to the point where I can dump the NOAC? Neither really matters that much anymore.
It's been a bit of a dry spell for me these past few months, but yesterday I finally broke through the fog, and recognized that I (my ego) and my overbearing need to understand before I could accept, weren't the best choice of 'buddies' to help me get where I need to go. (a more positive mindset).
Early afternoon yesterday found me on the treadmill for the first time in too many weeks; my lungs filled with the air of active exertion rather than breath-work. (at almost 82, muscles like jello and osteo, it didn't take an uphill marathon)....
While stretching out the kinks and 'ruminating,' I realized how much more important it is to 'feel' alive than just 'be' alive. Somewhere along the path of the last year and a half, I had allowed myself to smother that mindset. Tsk, tsk, tsk, on me.
Many years ago after his terminal cancer diagnosis, celebrity John Wayne was stopped at the gate of the studio to greet the guard. Dialogue: "Good morning," Mr. Wayne, beautiful day isn't it?" JW: "Any day you wake up is a beautiful day, Pilgrim!"
True enough. May it be so for you and all in your world.
Chrysalis