I have come to the conclusion that the cause of stress is time. If it weren’t for time, my stress would be gone. I would not have to scurry about in the morning trying to get seven things done in two to three hours before I leave for work. On Saturday, I am not nearly as stressed out because I do not have to leave the house at a certain time.
Then there is the work day where I have to go to lunch somewhere between 11:30 and 1:00. I am seldom hungry at 11:30 so plan on going from 1:00 to 2:00, but then if something comes up and I get busy, I have to scurry to get it done because I do not like to leave for lunch without finishing what I started. See what I mean? If it wasn’t for time, there would be no need to scurry and thus, no stress! I get two breaks but even those are a bit stressful because I have to make sure I am back in 20 minutes. There it is—time again! It kind of takes the relaxation factor out of the break.
My next stressful time is waiting for the bus. I’m anxious to get home and eat, see Gerard and my pets, get on the computer and maybe watch a TV show. Every minute the bus is late makes me more frustrated and causes me stress. Monday, I planned to go right to Giant Eagle to pick up my prescription right from the bus stop so drove that morning and parked near the bus stop. That’s the day my bus never showed up and I got half hour later than usual so did not want to make it any later. Gerard, the sweet man that he is, offered to pick it up for me.
I proceeded to scurry about, changing clothes, reading the mail, eating supper, cleaning the litter boxes, checking my email and Facebook, watching Army Wives and then back on the computer to post my book review of “Confessions of a Prairie Bitch.” I wanted to get to bed by 9:30 but did not make it until 10:00 p.m. At least I slept well once I got to bed but did not get up as early as I would have liked.
It was so nice being on vacation and not having so many times to watch. I actually felt relaxed and did not feel any need to scurry about. This is one of the benefits of retirement, although, knowing me, I’ll probably incorporate a timed schedule of some kind anyway.
Tuesday I had a dr. appointment so to avoid having to rush, I thought I was being smart to leave work at noon to give me plenty of time to get there by 2:30, even if the bus did not come on schedule. It turned out I got a call at 11:30 asking if I could come in any sooner because they had a long time free ahead of me. So much for a little time with the pets before my appointment, but of course, I told her I would get there as soon as I can. Besides, I was hungry since I had to fast before they take my blood so the sooner I get there, the sooner I could eat.
I’ve decided on Saturdays not to wear my watch and to avoid definite appointments if possible. Maybe that way at least I can get one stress-free day a week! I love care-free Saturdays. Although Sunday is supposed to be our “day of rest,” for us it is Saturday. Sundays we have church, I teach Sunday School, during football season we watch the games and have puppet practice—hardly restful!
Are you a clock watcher? Do you have a restful day each week? Even God took a day off after working six days to create everything! Be sure to try to get a day of rest in each week.
Over At Home In the Ozarks I read a post on this as well with some specific things you can do:
Stop The World I Want To Get Off.
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