I have and always will be a bit wound tight. I am a worrier. I operate with a level of stress of my own making. I tend to work better under pressure. Deadlines are a great motivator. Left to my own devices, I tend to wander, meander, lolly gag, dawdle. So, I have never truly felt bad about the amount of stress in my life. I have been told I need to deal with my stress level, find a way to not give in to my worries. I have not ignored these directives and I do try to deal with stressful situations, but then again I do not. I do nothing to really change how I operate. That is all fine for the every day stress.
Then there is STRESS. The big, giant, hardly manageable stress that can stop me in my tracks. This stress can take any amount of motivation and mind-over-matter attitude and flush it down the toilet. And that is where I am now. I have large and important to my future work (not in the grand scheme of important work, but to me important) to do in a short amount of time. If I am to do what is right, wise, prudent even, to have "wisdom to see what is virtuous, or what is suitable or profitable," I need to manage this stress.
Enough meandering, the stress will be managed by a healthy amount writing. We need results, not lolly gagging!
Then there is STRESS. The big, giant, hardly manageable stress that can stop me in my tracks. This stress can take any amount of motivation and mind-over-matter attitude and flush it down the toilet. And that is where I am now. I have large and important to my future work (not in the grand scheme of important work, but to me important) to do in a short amount of time. If I am to do what is right, wise, prudent even, to have "wisdom to see what is virtuous, or what is suitable or profitable," I need to manage this stress.
Enough meandering, the stress will be managed by a healthy amount writing. We need results, not lolly gagging!
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