A Light at the End of a Tunnel of Stress
<p>Late last night, I got home from a whirlwind trip to see my family in Chicago. I came home to a house full of guests and one day to unpack, wrap up my old job, manage a tenant change on my rental house, and prepare to start my new job tomorrow.</p>
<p>This is not a new experience for me. I often over-plan and underestimate my capacity to manage everything on my docket. I knew, for example, that my partner’s posse of seven high school friends (whom I adore) would be in town, but still, I planned and planned and planned on top of those plans.</p>
<p>One day to navigate all that I’d put on my plate would not be sufficient time to decompress from my family trip, take care of my responsibilities here, and prepare for my new job, but I set it up that way and now I’d pay the price.</p>
<p>On my final day in Chicago, I did a mental review of what was waiting for me on my return to Seattle and started to pre-stress. Pre-stress is like the neurotic well-meaning cousin of pre-funk.</p>
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