Monday, April 23, 2012

Aunt Ruthie's Miracle Stress Cure

When was the last time you were chased by a lion?

How about sinking in quicksand? Had that happen lately?

For that matter, have you ever been shot at, or nearly starved to death, or almost fallen off the side of a cliff?

But you say you're stressed? Well, you're not alone. Stress is such a big issue that it even got its own awareness month. Don't worry, though. Aunt Ruthie is here to help with her Miracle Stress Cure. And it's free. Because Aunt Ruthie is just cool like that.

Now, if you're going to manage your stress, first you have to understand what kind of animal you're dealing with. I'm assuming you don't have a lion chasing you. (Note: If a lion is chasing you, then quit reading this and focus on running.)

Unless you're a firefighter or a soldier or something, I'm guessing that most of your stress is of the artificial variety. That's right, I just called your stress fake. But no, you insist, your stress is real. Okay then, how about let's settle on real(ish).

Even in our modern daily life, we experience some natural, primal stress, to which our body responds appropriately. For example, when you react quickly and swerve to avoid a collision, or when you use your sudden catlike reflexes to grab your toddler before he hurtles off the deck.

But for those of us living a relatively cushy, safe and stable life, the majority of the stress we feel is a manufactured sort of stress. And the danger of that unnatural, ongoing kind of stress is that your body doesn't know what to do with it. These stress hormones get released, the ones that are supposed to help you sprint away from the lion. Only there's no lion. Instead it's a looming deadline or a frustrated customer or the bad news you need to give to an employee.

So the day goes on and these hormones just keep on coming, and your body is like, Did we outrun the lion yet? Surely we did, right? And finally the day ends and you fall asleep, but then the next morning you awake with a start and realize you're going to be late for a meeting, and your body is like Oh great, another lion already? If you're constantly stressed about work and life, your body is pumping out stress hormones nonstop, because this lion chase is going to go on all day.

Your body just hasn't caught on, and it's not going to. That's why you need to trick it. Throughout the day when you start feeling the tension, stop yourself and do these two things, in this order:

1. Breathe.
2. Smile.

If you can only handle the breathing, even that will help. Deep breaths trigger your body to relax and quit releasing stress hormones. And smiling makes you feel happier. (You probably knew that you smile because you're happy, but it works the other way around too.)

You might want to put up little sticky notes to remind yourself, because the hardest part is not the breathing and smiling, but the remembering to breathe and smile.

Once you are breathing and smiling, the next step is to ask yourself Aunt Ruthie's magical question:

"What am I going to do about this thing that is making me feel stressed?"

And then, do that thing. Or put it on your schedule so that you will be sure to do it at an appointed time. Sometimes, the answer is "Nothing." Sometimes, there is nothing you can do. In which case, you should probably stop worrying about it. Save that stress response for when you really need it. You never know when you might come face to face with a hungry lion.


Tuesday, April 17, 2012

signs of aging

Today is my birthday. It's fun to have one special day a year just for you, especially when you can extend the celebration out over several weeks and really milk it. Not that I would ever do that.

Some people say having a birthday makes them feel old. Not me.

Here's what makes me feel old:

When I watch college basketball, the players look like children to me.

If the cute barista at Starbucks smiles at me, I think, What a nice young man. I hope my son turns out to be like him someday.

Sometimes I'll see someone sitting at a bar and think, How can she possibly be old enough to be drinking? Why, she must be 15 years younger than me! Oh, wait...never mind.

When asked what I want for my birthday, for a fleeting moment all I can think is, How 'bout maybe a new dishwasher that actually rinses the #@*% soap off?

Then, there are the two sentences that make me feel old, and I find myself saying them more and more frequently these days:

"I remember when [item] only cost [price]!"

"I can't believe they just said that on TV."



Thursday, April 5, 2012

stressed


In honor of National Stress Awareness month, I decided to write a post about stress. Or maybe several posts, because after jotting down some notes I realized I have quite a lot to say about the topic.

But then the first few days of April flew by, and I still had not managed to put together one single coherent sentence about stress.

Whenever I thought about my blog, and all those unwritten pearls of stress-related wisdom I wasn't sharing with the world, my heart started to beat a little faster. My breathing became more shallow. I clenched my jaw. My head hurt. 

Then I started ruminating on the myriad other things I was also neglecting: Approximately one gazillion writing projects. The dishes. The kitchen counters. Belated birthday and anniversary cards. Doctor's appointments. My passport renewal. (NO I STILL DON'T HAVE MY PASSPORT PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME GRIEF ABOUT IT I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN HERE OKAY?) The laundry. Vacuuming. Exercise. (WHY DO I EVEN HAVE A GYM MEMBERSHIP WHEN I NEVER GO ANYMORE OR WHY DON'T I JUST WORK OUT AT HOME I COULD DO IT IF I JUST GOT UP EARLIER AND HEY EVERYBODY KNOWS EXERCISE HELPS REDUCE STRESS.) Grocery shopping. The kids' schoolwork. And speaking of the kids, I should play with them more/read Harry Potter aloud to them by candlelight/teach them some basic guitar chords/take them camping/do crafty art projects with them and WHAT KIND OF MOTHER AM I ANYWAY OH NO MY LIFE IS A SHAMBLES.

So you can see why, once I had a moment to myself, I would opt to crack open a beer and watch Frozen Planet

Watching Frozen Planet has been giving me all sorts of brilliant, insightful(ish) thoughts on the subject of stress, which I hope to share with you in a blog post soon. But not right now. Because for some reason, my head is starting to hurt.