I think it's important to emphasize that I'm not implying in any way that it's my job that causes me issues. It's only one stressor out of many. What's important is recognizing that in order to do the job I LOVE, I need to take care of myself and use my vacation to heal and rest. My biggest stressor is me. I make myself crazy. My brain never flippin' turns off, and that causes stress. So I'm trying to learn to turnout off. And since realistically I can't totally change my personality and turn my mile a minute mind off, I need to practice working with it. Not letting things turn me into a pretzel of stress and cortisol and crankiness. I'm working on it. It's a process.
Last night was a weird night. I spent hours alone, just me, the cats, my dog and my daughter's boyfriend's dog. We hung out, we cuddled, I read a bit and we watched a movie. PS I Love You. Normally romantic movies make my skin crawl, I much prefer sidesplitting inappropriate comedy or action type movies, but that one I love. There's nothing quite as nice as snuggling in a warm bed with a cool breeze blowing in the window, pets all around, watching a movie that makes you cry. Only a little bit. It's a tear jerker, but so heart warming at the same time. It makes me very grateful for what I have.
This week I'm looking forward to maybe more beach time, more reading, more movies and getting ready to head to Montreal next week. I can't wait to go to Montreal, I haven't been in years, and it's just not like Toronto. It's so.....French I guess. Whatever it is, I love it and I'm excited to be going for a few days. When we return a couple of days at my parents trailer, more beach time and then a week at a cottage in Sauble Beach. More beach time. By then I should be good and ready to head back to work.
Isn't life grand?