Sorry for using such a hackneyed phrase, but it suits my message. Just watch.
In today's America, every minute of one's life must be spent working; to take a break is practically suicide. This is especially apparent in school (I would use a professional example if I wasn't a student), where once I've finished my assigned homework, I always have an essay to revise or a scholarship application to write. I have no free time except that I've reserved for sleep. Or do I? The simple solution I've found is optimism; I've learned to enjoy working. As the old adage goes, "if you have a job you love, you never work a day of your life." Of course, I really don't like homework or writing, but I tell myself I do.
It's a well proven fact that people who pretend to smile for a few minutes a day become happier people in general. With this in mind, I've been forcing myself to crave fulfillment from completing a Spanish packet or turning in my best essay. This worked perfectly last year, but this year things are more difficult, as they should be. Every year (at least in school), classes become more challenging. Those with weaker constitutions may become apathetic or turn to drugs to forget the pressure. I want to learn to be an engineer, so neither of those options suits me. I simply relieve the stress by enjoying the experience. In a way, I want stress to be my drug. We'll see how it turns out; I have a feeling this may be a stupid, possibly masochistic, idea.
I stress about not being stressed.
ReplyDeleteI actually relate to this so much! This is the only way I actually make it through the school week anymore. I have to convince myself I am enjoying it. In ninth grade I took pottery. Biggest mistake. We had terrible readings (yeah, in pottery) that I had to convince myself were interesting to make myself read them. It worked. By the end of the term I was fascinated with a subject I once found banal.
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