DISCLAIMER: The following post has absolutely nothing to do with design, decorating, art, or crafts, and contains several outbursts of overwrought emotions. Proceed with caution.)
So I have this aromatherapy lotion – which smells fantastic – that touts as a benefit that it is proven to “calm your senses.”
The back story: I was walking aimlessly through Target a few months back, feeling overwhelmed and frantic from work, when I saw IT. IT was in a shimmery purple tube and even lookedrelaxing. It was inexpensive, so I bought it. (Obviously. Since I said “I have this.”) I figured that even if it didn’t ACTUALLY calm my senses, just thinking it might should do the trick. (Confusing, eh? That’s how I end up with so many body care products.)
I used this lotion all the time – at night before bed, after a long day of teaching, the day of a yearbook deadline. Fast forward to today: I pulled out my lotion, feeling like a need a small clone army to keep up with all my responsibilities, slathered it on my hands, and then…. FELT MORE STRESSED. My brain missed the association of “lotion” with “calm and tranquil”, and instead now associates wonderfully scented shimmery purple salve with “outright panicking anxiety.”

I am going to go home today and sit on my couch and crochet while listening to Arvo Part.