Happy Friday! I lift my cuppa to you.
You might think that I am trying to be super clever with a play on the word, for all of my B**** friends. Sorry, no. Although, I lift my cup to you as well.
I recently had a major run in with a mean girl B that was callous, insensitive, and absolutely rude. Not inclined to humor those who think it’s funny to be an absolute B to others and think it’s all good because it isn’t. I think more of someone who takes the time to be kind than blast another person. Alas, it seems kindness is a dying art.
But, since I went there I guess I can tie in my vent with the theme for today. Let me refill my cup, while I think of just how to do that.
Ah! That’s better. Today is the 52-week MFRW blog challenge, Week 33 – What I Do to Recharge.
Coffee is what I do to charge in the morning, not necessarily recharge. By late afternoon after you’ve dealt with horrible people and want to strangle someone, I really don’t need more coffee or else I’d be wearing an orange jumpsuit. Not a good look for me and I’m not interested in being Beulah’s latest girlfriend.
Ah, but we’ve hit part of the topic there, for the reason we need to recharge. Honestly, if we just did our work day in and day out, it does tend to be a bit of a grind, but it gives you a feeling of satisfaction to know that you’ve been working. It’s kind of like going to the gym.
At first, your muscles are sore and protest. ‘We don’t want to exercise. We like being soft. Don’t make me do that.’ It’s your job to be drill seargent and whip those saggy wing flaps into shape, get that bounteous backside in tight formation, and push the thunder thigh twins to peak performance. “Ugh! But it hurts. I don’t wanna”
Shut up and give me ten more.
Just for that let’s make it fifteen more.
By the end of the third week, however, things are beginning to take shape, and show signs of improvement. Another couple months of this and the troops may just thank you for it. Or not, by nature we are lazy.
The point is though, that if it were just doing the work, it would be a cake walk. After a few weeks of disciplined work, we’d feel great about ourselves, our abilities, our strengh. . . . but it isn’t just that. We have to deal with people. It’s people that create the stress.
No, it isn’t it’s deadlines and demanding schedules.
Who makes the deadlines? Who gives us the demanding schedules? Who creates the stress in our day? PEOPLE!
The difficult client that refuses to listen to what you are telling them. The customer that is rude in the checkout line simply because they don’t want to have to wait in line like everyone else. The person who nearly runs you over with their cart in the grocery store because they are in a hurry.
THIS is what causes the stress. OK, let’s be honest, it can be our own dearly beloved family members as well.
“Mo -mmmm, where’s the scissors?”
“I need them for a school project.”
ten minutes later. “Since when is cutting your sister’s hair a school project????”
Take me away Calgon. Maybe forget the Calgon and go for Captain Morgan. However, since I can no longer imbibe anything stronger than Welch’s . . . . Oh right, Cancer! Health issues can be another stressor.
So now we have a list:
- rude and impatient people
- demanding schedules
- health issues
- self or other imposed deadlines
- add your own personal pet peeve here
I may as well as add that last line because we all know we have them. When people violate them, we get all sorts of bent out of shape. Whether it’s dropping the towel on the floor in front of the towel rack, ( “Come on! It’s 3 seconds to hang it up!”) OR the dirty clothes on the floor. . . five inches from the hamper. OR dirty dishes in the sink. (Where did these come from? I JUST washed all of the dishes!) See what I mean? Most of our stress comes from other people! SIGH
But then again, our lives would be pretty boring if we were in isolation. Isolation is one of the forms of punishment in prisons and concentration camps. It’s said to be one of the cruelest punishments. There are days I wonder if it really is punishment, though. How long do you think you would last in true isolation?
So, back to the top. My little run in with the mean girl who has ruined it for me for those “Friends” who delight in being B****es. I started taking part in this program offered at the YMCA for Cancer survivors. It’s a free, 12 week program designed to get you back into shape after treatment.
OH man, do I need it! Radiation treatments themselves don’t hurt, but the cumulative effect causes fatigue. . . and burns. We won’t talk about the burns. Shudders – thank GOD they have healed! I thought I knew what fatigue was before going through this. NOPE. Got a whole new appreciation for it first hand. My stamina is nonexistent, and my muscles are weak. It’s like learning to walk all over again. OK, so maybe not quite that bad, but having been able to do 45 minutes of cardio a year ago, to struggling to do ten minutes without stopping. . . it’s frustrating and emotionally draining.
I found out last week that part of the reason that my fatigue was so bad, is that during the course of tests and all, they also discovered that I have diabetes. OH JOY! So, I’m trying real hard to follow the guidelines for this new diet. My doctor told me that I should aim for 15 grams of carbs or less. So that was what I was doing. For the day. He didn’t specify that was for each meal, that my daily total should be 45, I’ve been making sure I only had 15 for the day!~ So yeah, I have been exhausted. No carbs, no energy. Part of the hair loss is probably because I haven’t been eating. Part of the fatigue from radiation is probably due to no carbs. So a little self-induced stress to add to the mix.
Anyway, the mean girl . . . a fellow Pink sister (Can you believe that? Wait, it gets better!) comes up to me after the class to inform me that they were talking about me, and they noticed that I am lopsided and I should really refrain from wearing sports bras.
Really? REALLY?? OH, let me get right on that! Heaven forbid my less than perfect physique should interfere with your rose colored glasses outlook on life where everything is picture perfect. This from a fellow survivor who just the week before admitted that she had been admitted to the stress unit for suicide watch because of depression post-surgery before she got implants. REALLY ? And you think it’s OK to point out someone else’s flaws?????
Mean B****es can suck it!
Yeah, I’m stressed. I need some down time that isn’t medically induced. I need some refreshing. I’ve been pushing myself hard to get this book out in time for Penned Con. In the past week, I’ve added 11,000 words. I’ve wrapped an editing job for an author, and I have to say this second book is better than the first in the series. I don’t say that very often. My life has been a scary rollercoaster ride since April. (Jane! Stop this crazy thing!) My eldest daughter left for college on Monday – yet another change to adapt to.
It’s about time for some refreshing.
My husband scheduled vacation time to take me to my favorite place – the beach.
There is just something calming, relaxing, and refreshing about the salt wind, and the constant sounds of waves crashing on the sand. I could do without the seagulls, but since they are a package deal I suppose I will have to deal with them.
“That’s great and all, but stress happens every single day.
What do you do to refresh on a daily basis?”
I play Sudoku puzzles. I play match three games on Facebook. It’s addictive. There’s this Fishdom game, and I run out of lives nearly every day. I often play those games on my tablet when my husband is watching funny cat videos.
I read. I read my morning devotional, and take a few minutes to pray. I’m doing my cleansing breaths in the morning, mid afternoon, and sometimes right before bed.
I would very much like to get back to crafting, but I will need more energy in order to tackle that.
I sometimes crochet, but honestly, it’s been too hot to have yarn lay over my lap. I’ve been having a cup of chamomile tea in the evenings before bedtime. I’ll be glad when the weather is cooler, we can sit by the firepit and enjoy some cocoa and watch the sunset. As Ferris said so long ago:
So, welcome to my stress/chaos/ ADD world. Yeah, I know. I covered about four topics there, but really they are all tied together. Don’t argue with me, they are. Don’t stress me out man! LOL
Thanks for stopping by. Find what other authors in this blog hop have to say their dreams are for ten years from now here:
Here are some other posts in this series from yours truly:
- Raindrops on Roses
- They’ll Survive – I Guess
- Binge Watching #MFRWauthor
- Thank God for Grace in Editing!
- #MFRW Best Friends
- Crafty Author #MFRWauthor
- Musical Mayhem #MFRWauthor
- A Rose by Any Other Name . . . #MFRWauthor
- I’ll take What is Purple Prose for 50 Alex #MFRWauthor
- Ellie’s Guilty Pleasures #MFRWauthor
- How Do You Do That? #MFRW
There are more but I don’t have the links done yet. I will eventually when I get to it. I’ve been working on Roxy! Don’t pressure me!
Write on my friends, write on!