When Did Being Stressed Become So Normal?

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I had one of those moments a few weeks ago that was equal parts embarrassing and hilarious, although I wasn't laughing quite yet.

I spent nearly ten minutes looking for my reading glasses, checking the kitchen counter, the bedroom dresser, my desk, and even the refrigerator because, apparently, that's where stressed people eventually start looking for everything. Just as I was beginning to wonder if I'd accidentally thrown them away with yesterday's junk mail, my wife smiled, pointed toward my face, and kindly informed me that my glasses had been sitting on top of my head the entire time.

I wish I could tell you that was the first time it had happened. It wasn't.

As a matter of fact, I suspect there are enough of us wandering around looking for things we're already holding that we could probably start our own support group. We'd simply have a difficult

time finding the meeting place because someone would misplace the directions.

The older I get, the more I realize that stress has a peculiar way of making ordinary life feel unnecessarily complicated. It convinces us that every ringing phone deserves an immediate answer, every email requires our full attention, and every unfinished task should somehow have been completed yesterday. Before long, we're moving so quickly from one responsibility to the next that we hardly notice we've been holding our breath for most of the afternoon.

What's interesting is that very few of us choose to live that way.

It simply happens. One commitment becomes two, two become five, and before we realize it, we're scheduling coffee with friends three weeks in advance because everyone is "free" at 2:15 on a Thursday.

Somehow that doesn't seem quite right.

I don't remember my grandparents ever saying they were too busy to sit on the porch for a while. They certainly worked hard, and they carried responsibilities every bit as real as ours, yet they also seemed to understand something we've slowly forgotten. They knew there was value in finishing the conversation before hurrying to the next thing, and they never seemed to apologize for taking a few extra minutes to wave at a neighbor walking past the house.

Perhaps they weren't less busy than we are. Perhaps they were simply less hurried. I've been thinking about that a lot lately.

Maybe stress isn't always created by how much we have to do. Maybe it's created by believing we have to do everything all at once, without ever stopping long enough to enjoy where we already are.

That thought came back to me while standing in the checkout line at the grocery store not long ago. The woman in front of me was searching every pocket of her purse for the coupon she knew

she'd brought with her. After a few moments she laughed, looked into the shopping cart, and found it sitting right beside the loaf of bread she'd been protecting all along. We both smiled. Neither of us needed an explanation because we'd both lived that moment before.

Life has a wonderful way of reminding us that we're all carrying a little more than people can usually see. We carry grocery lists, schedules, responsibilities, birthdays, appointments, and the countless little details that somehow keep a family running. Most of those things are acts of love, yet even love can become heavy when we forget that we're allowed to set it down for a little while.

I've decided that stress doesn't deserve quite as much authority in my life as I've been giving it. The laundry will eventually get folded. The emails will eventually be answered. The grocery store will still be there tomorrow if I forget the paprika today.

Life, however, is happening right now, and I'd hate to miss another beautiful afternoon because I was too busy worrying about tomorrow morning. Besides, if I spend another ten minutes looking for the glasses already sitting on my head, I may have bigger problems than a full calendar.

"Life asks us to carry many things, but it was never meant to steal

the joy of living. Sometimes the wisest thing we can do is pause long

enough to remember what truly matters."

— LifeStreams360™

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By Riley Brooks