I’m a tightly wound girl… bees constantly get stuck in my bonnet… and Ma in her kerchief and Pa in his cap had just settled down for a long winter’s nap… Because I’m tightly wound my managing stress class stresses me out on a daily basis, but I’m also learning a lot about being stressed out. It’s literally the Adam & Eve of our bodies… meaning that everything that is wrong with us begins with stress in some form. If we were never stressed we’d all be like PollyAnna at an ice cream convention wearing a pink tutu and frollicking through a field of daisies. In the real world, the police would be waiting by the dumpster next to the make believe daisy field because PollyAnna done lost several french fries from her Happy Meal frolicking nekked because her make believe tutu is at the invisible dry cleaners… the humiliation!
There are a lot of ways to help manage stress… but the key to all of those wrapped into a little package of glee-balls is SELF-ESTEEM! Period… end of story… move me to Bermuda tomorrow. The level of one’s self-esteem determines the amount of stress in his/her life. Things may still go wrong in your life even if your self-esteem is the highest notch right on the line before way too cocky for your own britches… but your self-esteem predicts how you will handle a bad situation… and that makes all the difference.
Easy! All I have to do is get a great self-esteem and I’ll be stress-free! Sign me up… also, where’s the infommercial that sells packages of self-esteem because I need to buy about 32? That’s the first thing I need to work on… self-esteem. Push everything else to the back burner because once I get self-esteem in a good place, all of the other glee-balls will fall into place… they’re gleefully cool like that. It’s a very foreign thought to think about actually liking myself and giving myself credit where credit is due… but it’s a necessity.
For the class, we have these assignments that ask some very personal and private questions. The teacher is the only one who reads them due to the nature of said questions and she usually writes long replies to each of them giving us tips and advice on how to work on ourselves… kind of like a therapy session… except with less couches present. On one particular assignment a few weeks back, I answered the questions… was very self-depracating and came across a bit like a #*$&#*$… excuse my French fries… and I didn’t even give it a second thought… self-depracation is second nature to me. The reply from the professor at the bottom of the page? LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF!! She’s usually pretty verbose in her replies, but after reading through my answers again and counting how many times I put myself down, I understood… no other words were needed.
I ain’t gonna lie… my first reaction was to be annoyed… how dare she not cater to my pity party of self-hatred! But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that was just what I needed to hear… because it’s the truth. So, I’mma gonna go hunting for my esteem… if anyone spots it, put it in a bag, tie it up real tight like, and drop it off at the invisible dry cleaners… gonna be there picking up my make believe tutu. **winkwink**