No time for stress
I'm lucky in that I'm not one for stress. Too laid back, not passionate enough, blithe, balanced, level-headed, getting life's priorities right? Whatever but I have seen stress in many forms and it's not pretty and I don't do it. Not until these last two week anyhow.
I have been busy to the point that there is no resolution many times before. The only way out is by prioritising, concentrating and being organised, oh and being able to laugh and have a beer. I don't commute now, but I do have a 25-minute walk and that is my commute, my time to get my head out of work mode and into home mode and the reverse in the morning. However work and play do overlap a lot in my life. I travel a lot, I work from home too much, I find myself time at work by doing some things for me in their time and I mix with people from work socially.
But it has never engulfed me, not until these last two weeks. Work is always busy, period. People always want stuff yesterday and when companies are parting with money they are rarely happy or sentimental.
engulfed me though in the last two weeks and I have felt for the first time in a long while anxieties contributed to by work, have not been sleeping well and have had no time to think of anything else. And that is what has been frustrating and 'stressful' because I'm a thinker and a reader and there has been no time to do either.
Blogging makes me realise how time passes because days start and end and nothing is said and there is always stuff to write about, there is always material to read and there are so many more things to think about other than work. I don't really have time for stress, life's to short.
A walk downtown today saw me pass by the Memorial Day parade
and it made me realise that getting shouted at by clients is not stressful at all. Some of those young faces marching along proud and innocent have plenty more things in their future to worry about than me.