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27 January 2014

Fuel to the Fire

Last week, I realised I was going to miss kind of an important deadline at school, so I dashed off an apologetic email to a prof (and then was too nervous to check my email for three days) and then spent the rest of the week stressed out and trying to finish off the project that was already late.

When I finally checked my email, I found out things were not as dire as I had thought they were. But the project is finished and turned in, and I'm exhausted

Seriously:

Chadwick asked me this afternoon if I was feeling okay, and I had to explain to him that while he's grown accustomed this week to me racing about in an adrenaline-fueled panic, which was aided by my own insistence in getting up in the middle of the night for two weeks to watch Australian Open matches, that's not actually my norm. In fact, I've spent most of the day trying to remind myself that I have no reason to be stressed out today, because by some miracle I'm caught up with all my homework right now and even have a handle on things at work. (For normal people, being caught up during the second week of the semester would not require any miracles. Not me, though.)

It can't possibly be this healthy for 21st-century people to burn through our adrenal glands this fast. But I hate to be left out, so I'm sure I'll be back on it in a couple of days.

What do you do to handle your stress?

4 comments:

J E Oneil said...

Handle? If I find a way to do that, I'll let you know.

Su Wilcox said...

Good point. Cope with? Take the edge off of? Pretend not to notice?

Delores said...

Stress seems to be a way of life these days. We've become addicted to it.

Crystal Collier said...

Sleep. I used to bike--like seriously 40 mph biking (on the straightway), taking jumps, racing up hills, zooming an amazing 5 miles on crazy terrain in my 15 minutes of burning the stress. The other great solutions for me include singing my guts out, full voice--who cares how awful I sound, dancing like a loon in my blacked out living room, or playing piano for 1/2 hr or more. My hubby goes on drives and cranks the music, windows down to let off steam.

Here's hoping you have a little less crazy in the coming days.

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