Things I do when I’m Stressed Out

I’m an OCD type A creative with a tendency to become stressed out about…well…anything. If you were creative and had that pesky type A need for perfection, you’d get stressed out too.

Someone used to tell me that I was wound tighter than an 8-day clock…and maybe I was…am…I mean…little things really get to me. Like when a fellow writer makes the presumption that I’m going to butcher their content. And tells me as such. In no kinder words.

But instead of rambling on about being stressed out, I thought I’d offer my wisdom and tell you how I handle stress in my life.

Things that help me unwind

  • Quiet time is really important. Meditation. Snuggling. Napping. Any of these things can help calm me down. Brian’s really good at dragging me over to the couch and just…sitting with me until I’m less frazzled.
  • Mindless activity. I used to play stupid games like Angry Birds or Bejeweled or long ago-Snood. Now, I go on Pinterest. I scroll through pages and pages of images, quotes, comics and more and pin or not. It doesn’t really matter to me.
  • Drink a bottle of wine. Without a glass. Sometimes with crying. Sometimes with angry rants. Sometimes quietly.
  • List-making. I am a list-maker through and through. If I can plan it out on a list, I feel instantly better about it. If I make the list 7 more times, even better.
  • Think happy thoughts. What’s coming? What’s good? What’s exciting? I often imagine my life as a famous Chrissy. (But not those other famous Chrissy’s. They kind of suck. Famous ME Chrissy. Quirks and all.)
  • Take a bath. A delightful bubble bath with colorful bubbles from LUSH. Because I’m obsessed.
  • Plot my revenge. Did you really think that I wouldn’t have this on my de-stress list? Really? Because I’m that NICE girl? Just because I’m NICE doesn’t mean I can’t dream evil dreams. About revenge.

I know that there are more, but I’d rather open this up to discussion. What do YOU did when you’re stressed out? What truly calms you down?


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You Know Who You Are

To the middle aged guy rolling down LaSalle Street in a MomUV, with the windows down and teeny bopper pop music blasting so loud that I can hear you 2 blocks away at 8:00 in the morning…

To the girl in the elevator with the rap music blasting out of your iPod earbuds that everyone in the elevator could sing along if they knew the words, standing in front of the numbers, but not able to hear when someone asks you to push a button because you’re blocking the way…

To the coffee that will not stay in the cup, no matter how hard I try and always seems to end up showering me in its “affections” before I walk into work in the morning…

To the man at the farmer’s market who not only let his 3-year-old (ish) splash around in giant puddles…IN THE MIDDLE of a BUSY farmer’s market, SURROUNDED by people, but also was cheering him on…

I’d like to thank you. For giving me something to write about. And no. That does NOT mean we’re friends. Especially you, Coffee.

What about you, blog friends? Notice anything particularly frustrating this morning?

Hey! Did you know you can buy my book on Amazon? 37 women wrote about the struggle for perfection, and I'm one of 'em. Go check it out!