A few months ago, I was getting my hair done, and the stylist asked if I was usually a stressed-out person.
I actually laughed. It just seemed like such a funny question. Like, yes! Duh! How could you even ask that?
But then I realized that not everyone would have answered with such a resounding “Yes!” Some people, when asked if they were stressed out, might reply, “No, not really.” Who are these people? And how come I’m not one?
This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. When you are stressing out over how much you are stressed out, you have a problem. Darling Husband is worried, too, that I will either lose the baby or bring the baby into a crazy high-stress zone.
So lately, I’ve been practicing … breathe in … and it’s all about … breathe out … zen … breathe in … Calm … breathe out … You know, serenity.
Work has always been my biggest stresser, but lately it’s been a bit easier to just step back from the childish tantrums of other colleagues. To not let their kicking-and-screaming crap bother me the way it used to.
As it creeps closer to Open Season, I’m getting more perspective on what’s really important … and what isn’t. And — like the smoothies — it’s way easier to do something, or stop doing something, when you have the best reason in the world.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)