The Definition of Stress: "The confusion created when one's mind overrides
the body's desire to beat or choke the living shit out of some asshole
who desperately needs it."
... or you can also go here for a graphic depiction.
I'm not good at managing stress. Gee, what a shocker.
As I mentioned in my last post, this is THE busiest time of the year for me in my job. Additionally, it's the part where I have a huge responsibility. I'm not going to get into specifics, because that would be breaking rule #25, also known as the quintessential rule of blogging. I don't want to get dooced.
The point is: I have to learn to relax. I can't delegate responsibilities in this situation, and I have a lot to get done in a short amount of time. Stressing out isn't going to make anything better. Although I do tend to work better under pressure... and the adrenalin rush really gets me moving... it isn't going to help my health or the insanity I bring home with me everyday.
The weekends definitely help. I can sleep in a little and choose to completely break free from everything work-related.
I'm not looking for suggestions... I know what I can do to relieve stress: exercise more, meditate, take deep breaths, walk away from my desk at work every hour or so, get massage, blah, blah, blah. I guess I just wish I knew WHY I am the type of person who gets so stressed. My Farm Boy is so laid-back, even when there are stressors getting at him. I envy him sometimes for that attribute.
My brain tells me, "It's not worth getting all worked up over this. Worrying isn't going to make things any better or accomplish things any sooner. You're just killing yourself over this for no reason." My body doesn't listen though. When I do go in and get a massage... anytime I go to someone new... they are shocked that someone my age can have back and neck muscles so knotted up. Then I have to go through the whole spiel again with them. Gah.
So there it is. I know it will get better, and I'm not depressed or anything. Maybe I should just drink through it. I don't think anyone will think badly of me if I decide to have a little cocktail tonight, right? ;-)
Oh, and I forgot to mention that I went to Chipotle for dinner tonight. That helped a lot... especially since I'll have the leftover half of my burrito for lunch tomorrow. Huzzah!
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That picture is disturbing - poor chihuahua! I was told the same thing last week about my neck and shoulders... to which I replied "You're not helping any with those type of comments..." Since I see the same girl regularly, she'll know better next time!
Hope you'll get through it without having to hide a body (or more), and enjoy your lunch tomorrow!
Dealing with stress: go slow with the flow or better yet...
...use it, abuse it, confuse it, amuse it and then de-fuse it.
I feel for you. I have the same problem. I just take everything with me all of the time. I thought I'd get to destress yesterday, which means an entire day alone, and then my parents stopped by, my mother-in-law stopped by, a neighbor stopped by. I am so exhausted from trying to rest. And now it's friggin' Monday already.
I am that way too. I think you just are the way you are, and it is something you have to try to pay attention to and manage. I suggest buying Guitar Hero. It has been a great stress reliever!
I can sympathize. My own Farm Boy is not so laid back, however, so we tend to get all stressed up and nowhere to go together. Sigh.
stinkypaw: I'm TOTALLY thinking about hiding a body. haha
Why do people do that? I mean, if you ask me why I'm cranky, it's just going to make crankier. Duh.
mimaw: I'm not sure what all of that means, but you bet! ;-)
goldennib: Ack! I'm sure you were much more hospitable than I would have been.
-r-: as in PS2 Guitar Hero? I actually play the guitar a little.. oh, and I don't have PS2. haha Pounding on the ivories has helped a little, though. :-)
tammara: sometimes, it's easier to be more alike, though, because then you can empathize/sympathize. A little.
Use it: "Leave me alone, I'm stressing"
Abuse it: Scream, kick, holler out your stress (preferably alone and away from sharp objects).
Confuse it: Be super sweet and nice. Nothing confuses the enemy more.
Amuse it: Laugh at it. Laughter is the best medicine.
De-fuse it: Let it go for goodness sake, before it eats you alive. There will be more where that came from.
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