As I sit here contemplating the mixed joys of returning to work tomorrow after a rather tumultuous and not-so-fun-filled vacation, it occurs to me that I might not be the only person who’s going to be needing a mega-strength de-stressor or two over the next few days. Or possibly weeks. Not months, surely? (Ignore me while I sob into my virtual hankie.)
Well, I can’t offer you valium or xanax, either because I’m greedy that way or because I don’t have any. One or the other, I’ll leave it to you to decide which bloggy factoid is most likely to be true. After reading the first couple of paragraphs you might be excused for assuming that the former was true until I consumed the entirety of my valium/xanax collection, rendering the latter true. It would certainly explain the rambling.
As I was saying, though, I can’t (or won’t) offer you the happy drugs, and I can’t honestly claim that my plundering of the interwebs has churned up the mega-strength de-stressor we all yearn for. (Oh, don’t give me that guff. Of course you yearn for it too, and if you don’t, well, kindly keep your well-balancedness to yourself out of consideration for me and my neurotic compadres.) I did, however, manage to dredge up a few little tasty ideas for you on keeping the stress monster safely under the bed where it belongs. (Hello, nightmares.)
Allow me to present Five Ways to Eviscerate Your Stress.
First up, let’s start by dipping our toes in slowly, slowly. Try doing nothing for just two minutes. (I admit that I failed repeatedly for a good ten minutes before I could stand to keep my fingers off the mouse pad. Oops. But I did finally make it through the full two minutes. Felt good!)
2. Write it out – Journal
Journalling is my go-to strategy for drowning my anxieties. I just sit down with my notebook open to a blank page and start upchucking words–about what’s pissing me off or scaring the bejesus out of me or how very much I’d rather be canoodling with a pitt viper than doing what I have to be doing. I write until I feel better. It doesn’t mean that anything is fixed (although it often feels more fixable by the time I stop), but it’s satisfyingly cathartic.
3. Put it in a Poem
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ve never written a poem or your poems suck or you think all poetry sucks. It doesn’t matter. Just try it. There’s something about the discipline of scaling the verbiage back, of trying to distill your deepest or most frantic thoughts into the fewest, most incisive words that helps a person get to the heart of their angst.
Not sure where to start? The Poetry Foundation has an interesting article on How Do You Begin a Poem. The excerpt that resonated most for me was Matthew Dickman saying, “some sort of celebration in my chest wanting some words to understand itself, some sort of grief needing a body.” You may also want to have a look at these idea-tickling prompts over at Ploughshares.
Did you know that rats laugh? They do, they really do, especially when they’re tickled, apparently, according to this fascinating article in Scientific American. Okay, so the article isn’t saying that rats have a finely honed sense of humour, but still I think we can agree our wee rodential buddies are onto something. Laughter feels good, plain and simple. Just trot over to YouTube and watch Kristin Bell’s “Mary Poppins Quits” video to see how good it feels.
5. Listen to Rain on a Tent
Or, when all else fails, why not just kick back for eight hours and zen out to the sound of rain falling on a canvas tent. Go on, I dare you. Maybe you could even knock off a few poems while you listen.
Do feel free to share your own stress-busting strategies in the comments. I can use all the help I can get.