We all know this word. We hate what this word does to us. It drives us crazy. Makes us want to pull our hair out, yell at our loved ones, drink a fifth of Jack, or smoke a big ol’ bowl and forget about whatever is stressing us out.
But here’s the thing: After all those things are over – the stress will still be there. You’ll still wake up in the morning, probably feeling shittier than you did when you went to bed, which only doubles that stress you’re feeling.
Now, I know what you’re probably thinking. “Girl, you’re 25. You have no idea what it’s like to be stressed out.” So, knowing there will be those criticisms I decided to include a list of (just a few) of my qualifications.
I know what it’s like to not know if your mom is having a good day or bad day.
I know what it’s like to not know if you’ll be going home after your court appearance.
I know what it’s like to not know if you’re parent will wake up tomorrow.
I know what it’s like to fail midterms.
I know what it’s like to have to answer, “Did you ever graduate high school?” with a “no”.
I know what it’s like waiting for him to call.
I know what it’s like being so broke you don’t know how you’re going to eat that day.
I know what it’s like making huge life changing decisions and praying to God they work out.
I know what it’s like to make stupid decisions.
I know what’s it’s like to not want to get out bed in the morning. For days.
I know what it’s like to fail.
I know what it’s like to love.
And I know what it’s like to feel (or relive) all of these things at the same time.
Someone recently told me they wished they could see the world through my eyes because “It’s like your stoned and everything is fucking amazing.”
Anyone who knows me, knows that I am constantly on the go. From one job to another, I am always busy. Sure, I get cranky. But I will never, ever stop smiling. Or laughing. Or enjoying this hell-fire, fun ride that is our current existence. I’ve been through some shit & I’ve seen some shit. I will never let my past – or current – struggles define my level of happiness. Your stress is not you. Your past is not you. Only you define who you are in this moment, today.
I wake up in the morning and thank the universe for another day to breathe. There is a part of me that yearns for the knowledge of the future, mostly to plan better (because I’m a control freak). Another part of me enjoys the juice that life gives us each day. As cliche as it is, they really do call it the present because it is a gift. It is a gift that you choose what to do with! We pile so much shit on top of ourselves that we literally forget to stop and breathe sometimes. It is not worth it. Do not let anyone tell you that working yourself to the bone is better than taking 20 minutes to fucking chill.
The next time you feel stressed, please take a moment to say thank you. Say thank you for being alive and can feel stress. Try not to feel sorry for yourself. The world doesn’t owe you shit. The universe doesn’t feel sorry for you. Swallow the fear down & remind yourself how blessed you are. How strong you are. How fucking badass you are. And in case you haven’t heard it today, I love you.
“Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim.” – Tyler Knott Gregson
Nothing is too stressful. There’s nothing you cannot overcome. Do not give up. Just. Keep. Going. I promise you, it’s worth it.