Smell the Roses

I drive about 25 miles round trip to work each day.  Living in the big city, I see a lot of crazy things.  I see people being nice to one another.  I see people giving other people their “opinion” via a hand gesture.  I’ve been given the same gesture.  I don’t let it get to me as I probably deserved some sort of recognition for whatever has irritated that human.  I have found, though, that I do get upset when I see someone raging on someone else.

Why are so many people so angry?  Has stress taken over too much of our lives?

What is creating this stress? Is it our jobs?  For me, work is necessary to live.  Corporations expect to be paid for their services.  I’m not allowed to stay in the home the bank owns unless I pay them each month.  That’s fair.  We need food, water….the essentials in life.  I am fortunate to work for a kind man who genuinely cares about my well-being and in this day, that is a rare find.  So, although my work life can be very stressful at times, at least I enjoy coming to work each day.  But, I do not live to work.

Is the stress from family?  My family is my life.  Very little really matters to me but my family.  It is what sustains me.  If I am in a bad mood, just put one of my grandchildren in the room and all of my worries are gone.  That’s not to say that extended family can’t create issues, but my choice is to back away when that might happen.

Money?  This one is definitely an annoyance.  Stretching the ever-shrinking dollar can be a challenge.  I try to keep money into perspective – I need it, but it doesn’t get to control me.  Not always easy.

As I’ve gotten older I’ve recognized that which makes me crazy and I’ve learned how to steer away from the insanity.  I tap into the things that calm me; music, gardening, walking, prayer.  We all have to find our own unique way.

So, tomorrow I will get up and do it all over again.  Hopefully, stress-free.



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