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What's the harm in having fun?
Groundedness. I needs it.
I am impatient, and as such I tend to over-think and over-analyze situations while I'm waiting for them to resolve. I don't let things go easily, which is good in some ways because I don't let them fester. But I do need to learn to turn away from things, and focus my attention elsewhere, at will.
I have been very ungrounded lately, vacillating between acquiring experience and understanding, and applying what I already know (it seems so little, sometimes); between standing firm in who I am, and wondering who that person really is. I am lucky, however, to have a safe harbor to call home while I sail out to explore that. But I am stubborn, on top of impatient, and I do not often listen when my body and brain and spirit say Enough. You need to rest. Because, how can I?
I keep saying soon, soon to softly bait the ending of this period of stress, of over-productivity that almost succeeds in blinding one to the wonderful reasons for it. I keep looking to when it will be done. But I want to enjoy it now. Just because something is "stressful" doesn't mean we can't have fun with it. Right? I am working to start a business with my family; I'm moving into an apartment with Jared; I'm writing every day; I have a freelance project that's going to get me an easy $500. I should be having a lot more fun with the hectic-ness than I am. And there really is no excuse. There is only me, going into agreement with the rest of the Western World, that stress is bad, I should complain about it, but never lessen it because the more stress I have the more valuable I am and the more I can justify my existence.
Silly.
I am valuable inherently, and stress does not add to that value. In fact, it has a greater potential to diminish it. My existence is already justified by the fact that I exist. But, we all experience stress- we all face challenges, difficult tasks, and pains in our asses. How do we cope, without becoming one of the many "oh i am so stressed, so stressed, so stressed, it's all I can talk about"?
We do what we were put on this planet for: We have fun with it.
I am going to have fun with it. Even if no one else will. I will have fun. Stress is a good excuse to act a little bit crazier than normal. My first act of craziness has been to plan a kidnapping of my fiance memorial day weekend. My second act has been to throw out a lot of crap I don't need. And from now on, I will use every excuse I can find to be light-hearted. To make jokes. To make people smile. To make myself smile.
Cause, honestly, what good does it do to be miserable under stress?
I am impatient, and as such I tend to over-think and over-analyze situations while I'm waiting for them to resolve. I don't let things go easily, which is good in some ways because I don't let them fester. But I do need to learn to turn away from things, and focus my attention elsewhere, at will.
I have been very ungrounded lately, vacillating between acquiring experience and understanding, and applying what I already know (it seems so little, sometimes); between standing firm in who I am, and wondering who that person really is. I am lucky, however, to have a safe harbor to call home while I sail out to explore that. But I am stubborn, on top of impatient, and I do not often listen when my body and brain and spirit say Enough. You need to rest. Because, how can I?
I keep saying soon, soon to softly bait the ending of this period of stress, of over-productivity that almost succeeds in blinding one to the wonderful reasons for it. I keep looking to when it will be done. But I want to enjoy it now. Just because something is "stressful" doesn't mean we can't have fun with it. Right? I am working to start a business with my family; I'm moving into an apartment with Jared; I'm writing every day; I have a freelance project that's going to get me an easy $500. I should be having a lot more fun with the hectic-ness than I am. And there really is no excuse. There is only me, going into agreement with the rest of the Western World, that stress is bad, I should complain about it, but never lessen it because the more stress I have the more valuable I am and the more I can justify my existence.
Silly.
I am valuable inherently, and stress does not add to that value. In fact, it has a greater potential to diminish it. My existence is already justified by the fact that I exist. But, we all experience stress- we all face challenges, difficult tasks, and pains in our asses. How do we cope, without becoming one of the many "oh i am so stressed, so stressed, so stressed, it's all I can talk about"?
We do what we were put on this planet for: We have fun with it.
I am going to have fun with it. Even if no one else will. I will have fun. Stress is a good excuse to act a little bit crazier than normal. My first act of craziness has been to plan a kidnapping of my fiance memorial day weekend. My second act has been to throw out a lot of crap I don't need. And from now on, I will use every excuse I can find to be light-hearted. To make jokes. To make people smile. To make myself smile.
Cause, honestly, what good does it do to be miserable under stress?
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