Posted by: V | August 13, 2008

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Stress makes me single minded. When I am stressed my mind races and I focus on it and very little else. It makes it very difficult for me to focus or get anything done. I sit and turn things over and over in my mind thinking about every possible situation and outcome, trying to plan, trying to fix it. For me it’s about control. No matter how much I remind myself that the only thing I can control in any given situation is my reaction, I keep flashing through images trying to find something I can control. Or I come up with scenario after scenario, running through confrontations and conversations in my head trying to gauge my reaction to things that haven’t happened yet and very likely never will.

My stressor that has been gone for several weeks is back. I got less than three hours of sleep last night because of it.  I never thought work would be a sanctuary for me, but that’s what it has become. Anything to get away from the house. And yet, when I’m here, things continue to bounce around my head. Biking is just about the only thing that completely clears my head right now and so my commute to and from work has become faster and more grueling in an effort to silence all the crap in my head. I am pounding up hills, trying to make my legs ache and my lungs burn because it makes me feel better. It makes me feel in control.

I have a little over 16 weeks left. Not enough time to get all the work done that I would like and too much time to spend in this situation. Any advice would be appreciated. Jokes, rambling responses and efforts to distract me are equally awesome.


Responses

  1. You didn’t take my advice to change the locks? Oh well, too late for that now. Maybe for the brief time you are there you can shack up with BG — just kidding! Sort of.

  2. I’m going to start a website for all of us over-thinkers some day. :)

    As for distractions, you could always watch the Olympics and stare at insanely in-shape men. Plan for activities with BG (did I say “I told you so”? Cuz I totally meant to.). Rent really bad movies and write posts about them. Or do what I always seem to: end up reading blogs til you fall asleep and end up with an imprint of the keyboard on your face!

  3. I missed the details on the home stressors, but, for me, home is my sanctuary. That’s where I go to relax, unwind, think, sit in my jammies for 72 hours, eat raw cookie dough. If you can’t do that, then I understand the overthoughts and general stress. A the end of day, home needs to be YOUR place so do what you gotta do to make it yours


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