Okay so today I finally tried out these goodbye techniques everyone keeps talking about. Gotta say it wasn’t what I expected, but man, it kinda worked? Here’s exactly how it went down step by step.
The Morning Mess
Woke up feeling like I’d wrestled a bear all night. You know those days? Alarm blaring, spilled coffee brewing disaster on the counter, and my brain already replaying that stupid thing I said yesterday. Ugh. Normally I’d just lug that heavy feeling around all day. Not today. I remembered technique one: Spot the Anchor. Yeah, sounds fancy, but it just means naming that one thing dragging you down. For me? That replay loop of my dumb comment. I literally said out loud to my empty kitchen: “Alright, stupid remark, you’re my anchor. Spotted you.” Felt a bit silly, but okay.
Building My Bunker (The List)
Next step was The Mental Unload. Basically, brain dump time. Grabbed the nearest crumpled receipt and a pen that barely worked. Didn’t overthink it, just scribbled:
- Embarrassing myself in the meeting
- Missed calling Mom back (again)
- That weird noise the car’s making
- Totally forgetting to buy milk
Phew. Seeing it all there, messy ink and grease stains included, actually made it look less scary. Just… stuff. Stuff that happened.
The Great Release (Sorta)
Here comes the active part. Technique three is The Physical Release. Options? Rip the list, burn it (safely!), stomp on it. Felt dramatic, so I went with ripping. Tore that receipt into the tiniest pieces I could manage over the kitchen bin. Some bits flew everywhere – gotta vacuum later – but man, the simple act of shredding it felt… freeing? Like physically chucking bits of the day away. For a second, I actually laughed.
The Final Lockdown
Almost done. Last technique is The Clean Break Breath. Sounds simple, right? Hah. Sat down on my lumpy sofa (not gracefully), closed my eyes, and tried to take this supposedly ‘deep, cleansing breath.’ Let me tell you, my mind was immediately like, “Did you lock the back door? What’s for dinner? That ripped list looks messy.” Focus is HARD. But I kept trying. Breathed in slow (nose!), held it for a count (made it to three!), whooshed it out my mouth like blowing out stubborn birthday candles. Focused only on the sound of my breath whooshing out. Did it a few times. Felt calmer, surprisingly. A little less tangled up inside.
The Verdict (So Far)
Look, I didn’t turn into some Zen master floating on a cloud of peace. I still gotta deal with the milk situation, and yeah, that meeting replay popped into my head while brushing my teeth later. BUT! The key difference? It didn’t stick around. That heavy anchor feeling from the morning? Lighter. I acknowledged the junk, physically dumped some of it (literally!), and forced a mental breather. Ended the day feeling like I’d actually closed a door on it instead of letting the ghosts of today barge into tomorrow. Gotta practice more, but damn, this feels way better than my old method of just hoping bad vibes magically vanish. Simple steps, real results. Who knew?
