“Keep it simple,” my mom would say whenever I was on the edge of a panic attack in college. Now her voice rings in my ears when I start to get stressed, anxious or burned out. It’s my trigger to let me know I’m doing too much. The stress I feel lets me know I’m putting way too much pressure on myself to get it all done.
Maybe you too have felt the crushing weight of stress and didn’t know how to handle it. I get it. Nowadays, we have more tools for getting stressed than we have for ridding stress.
Stress is self-inflicted; it is us torturing ourselves. We place expectations on the outcome of our pursuits, demanding that the orchestra of life perform a certain way. But what if it doesn’t? What if the chords are off, or an instrument is missing? We berate the conductor and the musicians. We challenge the sheet music and try to perfect the tempo, rather than just enjoy the beautiful rhythm.