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The infighting. The discontent. The disrespect. The degradation. The carelessness. The greed. The grab. The garbage. The crooked eye. The cold shoulder. The single finger. The dismissal. The impatience. The blind acceptance. The blind refusal. The blinding inaccuracies. The stranglehold. The manipulation. The lack of empathy. The lack of sympathy. The lack of hope. The accountability. The detachment. The illiteracy. The false expectations. The absence of momentum. The ritual. The routine. The handcuffs. The spinning. The perpetual dance along the edge. The folding cards. The misdirected energy. The zombie impersonation. The indifference. The distance. The dispassion. The vitriol. The venom. The vindictiveness. The spite. The grudge. The resentment. The poison. The hurting. The incessant accumulation of things. The gluttony. The materialism. The ego. The skewed perception of self-importance. The myopism. The fallacy of focus. The shaky grasp. The shaking fear. The indignation. The fury. The rage. The fire. The bitterness. The pettiness. The pervasive sloppiness. The diet. The death. The disease. The prison. The pain. The cages. The theft. The misappropriation. The fraud. The falsehoods. The subjugation. The exploitation. The hedonism. The excess. The waste. The ignorance. The false sense of security. The constant compromise. The deliberate trivialization. The subversion. The animus. The belief that there is never a way out of the maze.

A new year. A new day dawning. Let’s be better.

Adolescence Interrupted

Stress Reprieve-r

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rocks1I’m probably not alone at the start of a new year in feeling like there is a disturbing lack of daily equilibrium, and my colossal list of hopes and aspirations sometimes gets buried beneath the chaos.

We love to hit the ground running, chasing our resolutions with the speed of Hermes, determined to check each box before our energy fades or resolve wanes. We sprint after the better versions of ourselves, committed to fresh perspectives, remodeled work ethics, and the blind attainment of concocted goals.

But, there is a beauty in the balance.

Unless we are faced with tangible deadlines, our stress is our own creation. We berate ourselves for not accomplishing imaginary undertakings and then we let that disappointment fester until obstacles grow to slow our progress. We intentionally watered those seeds to ensure that our momentum would be stalled. Why?

Perhaps there is something innately human about the act of shooting ourselves squarely in the feet. I don’t often see other species carry on like this, so I have to assume the Homo sapien brain is hardwired to erect mountains from molehills and turn cracks into chasms. We need to feel like Rocky clobbering Creed or the monotony of our daily pedestrian activities doesn’t measure up to the daydream fantasy.

I am currently in the middle of some significantly stressful challenges, elevated by my own compulsive need for control in an uncontrollable arena. So I am fighting the battles worth winning and relinquishing the rest. It feels counterintuitive, but I trust there is a bigger picture still waiting to be painted.

I will continue breathing and finding that balance. When that’s less than successful, hurling myself around a tennis court for hours seems to be an adequate alternative.