When things are fuzzy and I can’t make out the details, my first reflex is to panic and rapidly try and bring things into sharp relief. I might worry and stress and get short of breath. Sometimes I obsess about it and try with all my might to try and mold the situation until I find safety, crying when it doesn’t work out.
I’m practicing patience. Breathing deeply. Slowing things down. I open my eyes slowly and appreciate the wonderful shapes and colors that are already there and wait calmly for things to come into focus in their own time.