Who, me? Stressed? Who said I was stressed?
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?
You see the problem, right?
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.
- I have been taking more breaks at work (thank God for my nearby haven)
- I have been remaining calm when my colleagues are not so calm!
- I have been trying to let go of the stupid things
- I have been trying not to beat myself up when I mess something up
- I have been trying not to lose my temper
It’s going pretty well. I have felt less stressed out over the last few weeks — minus the Omigod-so-many-people-are-coming-over-and-everything-has-to-be-perfect backtrack.
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.
stress…check! Always! Today I have a stress headache the size of California. Ugh.