Life couldn't be better because I haven't seen a single monkey in the sky all week.




I think for me, 'stress' manifests itself as frustration. First with myself for allowing it to happen. (at this point, I should know better how to prevent that shit in my life), Then with everyone and everything around me. (If I can't deal with my problem, how the hell can I expect anybody else to?) I'm not much of a 'meditatie' person, so I tend to get swallowed deeper into the situation as it gets more out of my ability to deal with it. One of the few things that allows me to regroup and re-aim my thoughts is to do as WI mentioned. The words of a smart guy that works for me are, "Measured objectively, what a man can wrest from Truth by passionate striving is utterly infinitesimal. But the striving frees us from the bonds of the self and makes us comrades of those who are the best and the greatest." The mental recitation (not just the concept) seems to give me time and let me stand back enough to see that in the grand scheme, it (nor I or anything I'll ever do) is really not that important. The little step in front of me is the only one I can take.

Then I'm off to the races again, but the light at the end of the tunnel doesn't look like a freight train coming at me right now.

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