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Stress is like a corsette I don’t know I’m wearing, all the while wondering why I can’t breathe and when I’ll feel better.
But more and more lately I am realizing that I’m wearing it. It almost seems like a habit for me to feel stressed, like it’s my default state, even when there are no obvious triggers. If nothing else, my mental to-do list keeps me working. My ambition and drivenness help me get a lot done—things that make me feel fulfilled and happy—but I am forever hopping the line between happy productivity and unhealthy stress.
I’ve got to learn how to relax, let things go, tune out, and loosen up. Drugs and alcohol aren’t my solution for several reasons, including the obvious ones. Changing my life situation to remove my main stressor, my job, is a potential solution, but it’s not as simple as just quitting and finding a new job, though I am trying to move in a direction that will be good for me. My husband is a stress-reducer for me—it’s hard to feel stressed when he’s making me laugh. And I’m trying to create a lifestyle of relaxation for myself in lots of small ways, which I’ve written about here abundantly and perhaps redundantly (if so, sorry!):
And I’m sure I’ll keep adding new ways. Right now I’m experimenting with eliminating caffeine, for example.
So, I’m waging a war on my stress, attacking it from a variety of angles, and I’m crusading for relaxation in my mind (see? I can’t take problems lightly!). Neck and shoulder muscles that actually feel like muscles, not rocks, is one goal, along with the obvious goal of living a happier and healthier life.
Another goal: I think I’m not the only one with chronic stress—it appears to be a national epidemic—so I want to be the change I wish to see!