Life tends to get a little crazy this time of year. End of
school activities, recitals, conferences, coaching soccer, teacher
appreciation…you name it. (And that’s not even to mention what’s going on with
my writing career.) Though, stress can sneak up on me at any time. And when it
does there are usually a handful of indicators that it’s trying to body snatch
me right out of my skin.
They are:
While I’m coaching a soccer game my “Go to the ball” encouragement
quickly turns to “At least move your two feet an inch, one teeny tiny inch, will
ya?” (I jest, but only a little.)
I forget the pill. Yes, that pill. And there’s to be no
forgetting that pill around here. We’re all out of babies.
I pick fights with weeds. Yeah, it’s been done. I’ve yanked,
tugged, and then yelled at a particularly stubborn one in my time. So proud.
I start a lot of sentences…
Things constantly end up where they don’t belong. I find
pens in the fridge. I leave my keys everywhere other than where they’re
supposed to be. It’s like an ongoing game of Hide-N-Seek with myself. It was
also very freaky reading Still Alice when this kind of stress kicked it.
I toss and turn in my bed to the point where I convince
myself I have restless leg syndrome. To the point where I wrestle long enough
and flip floppy enough I throw my hands in the air and retreat downstairs for a
bowl of Raisin Bran…which brings me to my next indicator…
I stress eat. Finally, I know I’m at risk of being body snatched by stress when my response to “What’s for dinner?” is “Woo hoo, we’re having eggs and cereal for the 3rd night in a row!”
What are your clues that stress is attempting to snatch your
body?
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