Yesterday was a really rough day for me. I was a bit of a roller coaster as my day job (which I leave in 2 1/2 days!) had a farewell luncheon for me and another coworker who is moving and our VP said some very nice things about me (I’m very hard to replace, but evidently not so difficult to replace to want to pay me more money), but then I found out that nepotism at it’s worst has been going on and that chafed me. That coupled with things being really busy job-wise and the stress of packing and moving just pushed down on me.
So I emailed my husband and warned him I might need to cry when I got home just to relieve the pressure, but then I also realized I hadn’t played any of my instruments or sang (beyond nursery rhymes for my son) in over a week. After dinner, I had my husband wrangle my son and played the piano and sang. I pulled out my “Les Mis” piano book and belted melancholy showtunes and voila, no tears necessary!
My music has always been my biggest stress release. I can remember being an angsty teen and going to my flute and playing with the tears just streaming down my face. When I’m at my darkest and saddest, the music pulls me from the abyss. One of my friends in grad school used to send me to an empty classroom with a piano if I got too cranky or weepy. Because even though I KNOW I need the music, I get so busy doing other things that I sometimes block out the urge to play and sing.
What kind of stress-release do you all have? Beyond music, I like to bake and do handcrafts. I find it soothing. My husband likes to do dishes when he’s angry or distraught. And no, I don’t piss him off on purpose just to get clean dishes, but it’s a thought. A lot of members of my family turn to food for comfort, which isn’t healthy and is something I’ve had to break myself of. My sister rides her horse. There seems to be some trick about keeping the hands busy and occupying the mind just enough to take you away from the stressful situation but that isn’t TOO taxing on the brain.