I figured it out quite unexpectedly the other day while walking back to my office from a meeting. The OCD side of my brain kept repeating some apologetic sentence because I had made revisions to an e-mail that someone needed to send out. It was important information, but the e-mail itself didn't get right to the point and I felt a more intense approach needed to be taken in terms of getting the information out to faculty. I felt guilty because I had really torn up the original e-mail, and as I walked with that OCD apologetic sentence rattling around inside my brain I started talking to myself and my lips were moving and everything and I had that determined walk of the slightly crazy (shoulders hunched, head down, stiff even strides that could easily carry me in front of traffic without my even noticing because I was distracted).
When I gained enough self awareness back to realize that I was heading toward slightly demented I automatically straightened my back, relaxed my shoulders, and started to whistle.
I can't whistle well. I usually come up with some random tune or hold a single note for a few seconds. But it gives me time to make that transition from slightly crazy to just an average Josephine strolling down the street.
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