Great post from Keeks about writing.
Great post from Keeks about writing.
My daughter had a meltdown during her violin lesson last week. She was done. Several days without any naps had finally caught up with her and she had reached her breaking point when her violin lesson seemed too difficult.
I wanted to cry right along with her. I had also reached my breaking point, something that seems to be occurring more often lately.
Lia was able to sleep off her stress. She went to bed as soon as we arrived home from her violin lesson and slept straight through the night. Poor thing. I know what that kind of exhaustion feels like. Thankfully, she woke up the next morning in a great mood.
Sometimes all we need is a little rest, some diversion to take our minds off of the things that cause the most stress in our lives. Rest is what Lia needed. I’m not sure what I need.
Writing tends to be the best form of stress relief for me, but I don’t do it nearly as often as I should. Writing helps me view any situation from different angles and forces me to ask myself, “How would others respond in the same situation?”
I don’t always come up with the right answer. I try to ignore the answers I don’t like, even when I know they are right. I’m not perfect. There are days when I just want to have a meltdown and cry until I’m too exhausted to cry any more. And that’s ok. I’m allowed to feel that way… for a short while. I can’t allow myself to wallow in it, though. Even though Lia was done that day, she is excited to go to her violin lesson again.
I know my life isn’t perfect. Whose life is? But it won’t be better if I don’t live it and practice it every day.
Sometimes a meltdown is necessary if only to release the mounting stress. Sometimes you just need to drown your sorrows by sleeping the day away, eating a pint of ice cream all by yourself, or writing it out. It’s therapeutic.
Here’s to another stress-relieving ‘therapy’ session. 🙂
Why not? Europeans seem to embrace life and view working as a way to fund their enjoyment of life. Most Europeans get up to six weeks of paid vacation. Many of my international business acquaintances live in Europe. I envy their ability to take two weeks of vacation and actually go on a vacation.
Last week, a friend of mine sent me a link to an article by Darren Hardy that states the United States “ranks No. 1 in depression and mental health problems” because many Americans do not use their vacation days.
According to this article, Americans failed to use 483 million vacation days in 2007 (based on results obtained by the Harris Interactive research group). According to the article, that is “more than any other industrialized nation.”
I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to work my life away. Yes, work is rewarding and gives us a sense of purpose and achievement, but our places of employment should be one of many avenues in which we seek fulfillment in our lives.
I would like to use my vacation time to travel, relax, forget about work, recharge, enjoy spending time with my family and enjoy life.
So, I say we all move to Europe! I think we would all be much more content and productive.
Do you use your vacation days, or do you ‘lose’ them?
A friend of mine who actually reads my blog, not my mom (no offense, Mom :)), sent this link to me today. It relates to my post about how long it takes to get to Friday.
I have another post in mind that is similarly related. 🙂
So, I think I’m ‘that girl.’ The one who is loud and obnoxious. I noticed this during a meeting yesterday. I laughed a lot and loudly. My voice raised in volume while I was telling a story. I over-exaggerated with my inflection.
The weird thing is that I don’t do that all the time. It’s usually only when I feel comfortable with certain groups of people. I guess that’s good, but I wonder how those groups of people view me when I am loud and obnoxious?
I’ve never asked anyone. I just had this mini-revelation yesterday, so I haven’t had a chance to take a survey. Up to this point, it’s not something I’ve been able to control. It comes out naturally in certain settings. Maybe I should be thankful that I feel so comfortable with certain people. However, I wonder if sometimes I go too far.
Thankfully, I had a receptive audience yesterday, so I don’t think I offended anyone. 🙂
Do you ever get the sneaky suspicion that you’re the loud, obnoxious person in the room? Are you ok with that, or do you wish you could control it more?
Have you ever noticed how long it takes for Friday to finally arrive? It takes four days to get from Monday to Friday. Broken down incrementally, that’s 96 hours or 5,760 minutes or 345,600 seconds.
At my current place of employment, there is a specific conversation that occurs every Friday morning without fail. It goes something like this:
Employee #1 enters elevator, smiles and says: “It’s finally Friday!”
Employee #2: “No kidding!”
Employee #1: “It’s been a really long week. I can’t wait to get home and _____ (fill in the blank).”
Employee #2: “Yeah, Monday just seemed to drag, didn’t it?”
Employee #1: “I know what you mean. Only eight more hours and we’re free!
As the elevator reaches its destination, Employee #2 says: “Thank goodness! Have a good weekend!”
This conversation has many variations, but you get the point. It fascinates me because without fail, it has always and will always take exactly four days or 96 hours or 5,760 minutes or 345,600 seconds to get from Monday to Friday. Unless it’s a leap year, then I think we have some justification in saying it’s been a “long week.”
Why do we think the week is longer than it actually is? Why do we eagerly anticipate Friday’s arrival at the end of the week?
Wouldn’t it be great if instead of waiting impatiently to punch the time clock at 5 p.m. on Fridays, we were disappointed to leave? What would that company look like? What kind of jobs would it offer? What kind of people would work there?
I’ll have to ponder that myself, but if I ever work at a company where I’m actually disappointed to leave at 5 p.m. on a Friday, I’ll stay there until I retire!
Wow, what a week so far. There are so many thoughts tumbling around in my brain right now. I’ve had a few great ideas for posts, but I haven’t been able to flesh them out yet.
My parents visited last weekend and we had a great time with them. Work has been hectic, as usual. Lia got punched in the eye. It’s been an eventful, exhausting week and it’s only Thursday.
I apologize for not posting anything new in a week. I’m feeling kind of lost right now, so I’ve decided to take a brief hiatus to re-energize myself.
Look for a new post on Monday, Aug. 19.
Until then. 🙂