Stress can either manage us, or we learn how to manage it. Sometimes I feel like I suffer from stress managing me, and sometimes I feel like I have control over things. I am beginning to think, that perhaps, stress does not generally result from situations beyond our control, but rather, stress is a result of the way we perceive things in life, and the manner in which we choose to deal with people, situations, and circumstances.
Nevertheless, there is no doubt, it can be quite stressful to take on many tasks, especially if they are time consuming. My decision to return to school to complete my degree was a good one, no doubt, but has led to the maxing out of my stress levels as well. Perhaps in one manner, it is a good thing, in that my stress levels are being tested, and if I use it to my advantage, I can expand my levels of stress for the future. In another manner, it could probably be bad. I am not a doctor, or even remotely interested in the field of medicine, so I am just guessing when I assume that stress can lead to a shorter life span. Obviously, I don’t plan on this stress to be with me much longer, rather it is a matter of coping until then.
Sure, some of you may read this and get worried, and no doubt with good intentions. I have yet to figure out why people take my blog postings with such seriousness. Perhaps some of them seem alarming, but so do writings from Stephen King, and other horror writings, especially if taken out of context. For me, blogging is a way to release my thoughts, energies, and opinions on things. The vast majority of the time, after I complete my blogs, I feel a sigh of great relief. Generally, as a result of writing out my feelings, I take a heavy burden off my shoulders, and also realize that things are not quite as bad as they seem.
I also like to be honest in my blog. Is that wrong? I think one of the bigger problems we have as humanity is that we are not honest with ourselves. What scares us from being honest with ourselves? I many times fall into the same trap, and realize I have been lying to myself about something when I should have just been honest. For example, sometimes we work so hard to convince ourselves everything is just fine, life is grand, etc. when in reality we have problems that we have to deal with on a personal basis. And, until and unless we are honest with ourselves, we cannot approach such issues.
Anyhow, I am done with my rant. Do, I feel better? Heck yeah!