It's interesting to think about stress. You understand that the things that stress you out seem to be larger than they really are, yet you can't escape feeling a little anxiety. You also realize that once your situation resolves itself one way or the other, you look back on it and chuckle wondering why you were even stressed in the first place. I was thinking back to a particular moment in my life the other day when I was maybe only 10 or 11, playing in a river that was surrounded by the borders of my mom's trailer park. Many days I spent finding adventures, usually with a companion, whether it was my uncle's dog or a good buddy, and all the while I never had a care in the world. My biggest worry was making it back in time for dinner, but that wasn't a huge issue. Everyday I found new things to do and life was good. I never, at that point, thought I would be at this spot in my life now (that was just a neutral statement it shouldn't imply that my current situation is good or bad).
So why are things stressful? What is the essence of stress? The things that should stress me out don't and the little things do. I stress myself out with moderate goals I set for myself, when all I really need to do is accept how great life really is. You meet extraordinary people everywhere, people who befriend you, love you, and want to know you -- or hell, even be with you forever. I think the important thing to realize here is that you must find individual happiness and resolve your own stressful issues before they make you compromise who you are. If you don't find that happy medium in your life, then you end up punching dartboards after a few beers, and the once happy places in your life are also consumed by your stress. Sometimes just taking a deep breath and finding value in all the things you have helps to calm you down. You wake up one day and you realize that instead of stressing yourself out over a pending Philosophy paper that you have a beautiful girl who loves you. You realize that you have a ton of family and friends who admire your sense of humor, intelligence, and any other trait you feel boosts your esteem. You realize that if you didn't have these tiny stresses and all the things that surround you giving you difficult decisions to make and life choices to take on, your life would be about as dull as an Old Chicago regular who drinks a bottle of Corona and plays Golden Tee until it's dark out.
On a side note, I was accepted into the School of Journalism and Mass Communication at CU. Apparently that is an honor, but I don't really feel like I've done much to get into CU or the school itself. You won't hear me complain though. I look forward to whatever this change does for my future.
1 comment:
what happened to your titles? you no longer feel titles are appropriate for your life? hehehe
congrats on the school of journalism! perhaps you are an evil genuis like lisa and need not try hard to do quite well and that is why you feel you havn't put much effort into getting into the school hahaha.
evil geniuses rule, you should be quite proud.
i like your stress commentary, especially as i have been a my peak of stress which lead me to swear a lot at work today and scream "I HATE THAT DINE-IN MAN, HE SOUNDS LIKE A PEDOPHILE!!!"
it made me remember that getting an A on a paper, or fuck getting an F, does not change in any meaningful way who i am or the value of my life.
isn't it funny that what is really important in life exists outside of those things we often use to define it: our job, school, our accomplishments, having the "right" kind of relationships
perhaps your next blogg should ponder--after you realize your grades and your job etc are not important, what things are? but this would require a title...and you have given those up (for lent? haha)
i'm out
stace
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