About Time I Say Something About Stress
Stress is over. And it isn't.
Instead, I have new stress. And different levels of stress.
There is a general stress of day to day life. Should I clean the kitchen, do laundry, vacuum the carpet, play with the cat kind of stress.
Then there is work stress. I am very happy to have this problem. After almost 14 months without a job, I am very mellow at work, riding the waves of whatever gets thrown my way. I am extremely happy to have work; it challenges me and I enjoy that battle.
And speaking of work; I advanced out of training and am now "on my own" which is its own form of stress. 12 hour shifts with no lunch, just 15 minute breaks every two hours if you can get them. I moved from the A shift to C shift, which is day verses night - literally. "A" shift works 0530 to 1730 and that was my training schedule. I HATED waking up at 0330 in the morning. Brutal to my functionality. "C" shift is 1730 to 0530 the next morning. I LOVE it. I am sooooo NOT a morning person.
Then there is recreational stress. Things like can I finish writing this story before the Big!Bang is due? So far I haven't made it for any Bangs that I've signed up for. Where does time go? Why can't I write faster, better, longer, brilliantly spitting plots out of my fingers like a Cray computer on speed? And when will I have time to listen to my audiobooks, watch TV or movies, go for a walk, read all my books, visit friends?
Why did life speed up during eighth grade? I think that's when stress and time started for me. My best friend and her family were moving out of town at the end of that school year. We both felt that weight of separation, of time slipping by us. And isn't that all stress is? The loss of time to do the things we need or want to do? A loss of control.
So now that I've finished this post, my stress over time is over.
Until the next time.
Instead, I have new stress. And different levels of stress.
There is a general stress of day to day life. Should I clean the kitchen, do laundry, vacuum the carpet, play with the cat kind of stress.
Then there is work stress. I am very happy to have this problem. After almost 14 months without a job, I am very mellow at work, riding the waves of whatever gets thrown my way. I am extremely happy to have work; it challenges me and I enjoy that battle.
And speaking of work; I advanced out of training and am now "on my own" which is its own form of stress. 12 hour shifts with no lunch, just 15 minute breaks every two hours if you can get them. I moved from the A shift to C shift, which is day verses night - literally. "A" shift works 0530 to 1730 and that was my training schedule. I HATED waking up at 0330 in the morning. Brutal to my functionality. "C" shift is 1730 to 0530 the next morning. I LOVE it. I am sooooo NOT a morning person.
Then there is recreational stress. Things like can I finish writing this story before the Big!Bang is due? So far I haven't made it for any Bangs that I've signed up for. Where does time go? Why can't I write faster, better, longer, brilliantly spitting plots out of my fingers like a Cray computer on speed? And when will I have time to listen to my audiobooks, watch TV or movies, go for a walk, read all my books, visit friends?
Why did life speed up during eighth grade? I think that's when stress and time started for me. My best friend and her family were moving out of town at the end of that school year. We both felt that weight of separation, of time slipping by us. And isn't that all stress is? The loss of time to do the things we need or want to do? A loss of control.
So now that I've finished this post, my stress over time is over.
Until the next time.