A Thing Called Stress


“Let’s write about what causes us stress/anxiety and the tools we use to overcome it”…she says: as we’re wondering what this week’s group topic is going to be.  Thanks Gaia, I was perfectly comfortable sitting at my computer rummaging through philosophy quotes looking for some gold to post on twitter. Like This

 Because of this prompt, I now realize among other things that what causes me stress are thoughts about what causes me stress.  However, the truth of the matter is that I like stress; it makes me feel alive. Obviously there are times when I’m caught up in it and wish I could be anywhere else, doing anything else, but when all is said and done, every experience is just another thread sewn into the fabric of the puny little quilts that we call life (I think I need to back off the existentialism for a bit).  But there are different kinds of stress, and some situations call for more than a balancing act of the circumstances that we think are in our control. Some situations force us to admit that we have NO control! (maybe I need to back off the determinism for a bit too?) For situations like this I offer a little anecdote. 

I wasn’t yet even a carrot seed in my mother’s garden, and while manure makes for great fertilizer, no one likes getting caught in a shit storm.  My mom was twenty-one, in nursing school and just gave birth to her first child (My oldest sister…Hi Aim!!!). My dad also twenty-one just suffered a brain aneurysm, was in a coma, and no one was sure if he would survive, let alone walk again or talk again.  The money was gone, there wasn’t even enough to buy food, and eviction seemed inevitable. In other words stress…Stress…STRESS!

With little hope, my mom turned to a couple friends, a nun (Sister Regina) and a priest (Father Curtain). As she started to confide the truth about how dire her situation had become she lost it and just started bawling. Immediately Father Curtain started collecting food from the church pantry, and money from the emergency fund, running around doing everything he could to help ease the situation and lighten the load.  Sister Regina stayed next to my mom and just held her as she cried. Not knowing if her husband would survive or if her newborn would have a place to call home, Sister Regina just held her, and let her cry. 

 Now the way my mom tells it, that’s the day she learned the difference between doing for someone (Father Curtain) and being for someone (Sister Regina).  Some situations force us to admit that we have NO control. And when STRESS reaches this magnitude, it helps to remember despite what we may think, we’re not alone¹ and sometimes just that one single thought can help me get from one situation to the next. (Or perhaps I just need to back off the optimism as well) 

¹My mom went on to finish her degree and after 40 years of nursing, she has recently decided to hang up her stethoscope for the last time. Congrats Sunya on an unbelievable career! 


As I thought of giving the crew the task to share with you the ways we cope with this silly little thing called stress, I asked to myself: “Myself, do I even have one?”

The pace of life keeps speeding up and this condition shapes the way we interact with it. As I am sure many of you have heard and experienced, there seems to be less and less hours in a day. Not enough hours of sleep, not enough hours to get ready for work, to finish that project, to study, to spend with our kids, to cook¹…Our lifestyle begs for convenience; however, is this the true solution? I am currently spending the summer in Miami and I have noticed so many motorized scooters. People no longer walk places because they have this new and convenient method of transportation. As much as I would love to cave in to easy travel, I would be eliminating one of my stress relieving tools: Walking.

It took me forever to come up with this stress relieving tool, I must confess… But of course! I live in Texas, we don’t walk, we drive places! I have been so stressed with my fast paced life that I have overlooked this essential tool because… OF COURSE! I am guilty- as I know many of you are as well-, of turning my hectic routine into my new normal. As a result, I have forgotten to walk, to breathe, to meditate, to spend quality time with my son, and to focus on myself.

As much as the 24 hour deadline is pressing on you, do not forget to breathe, to walk, to connect with yourself and your surroundings. Let the “time” adapt to you, not the other way around.

¹For some reason there are enough to binge on Netflix though! *insert awkward emoji*


Just like a steel sample undergoing tensile testing, I never cease to be asked how stressed I am and how I manage it…so, in a nutshell, here’s why I high-clip:

I’m pretty easy going (and by that I mean REALLY relaxed nearly 100% of the time), and I’m not a worrier or an anxious person by any means. However, I don’t like constraints. Anything that has a time deadline, requires a select group of tools, limited research, etc. can stress me out. Even though I hate being thrown in boxes like these, I’m really good at getting out of them. In terms of climbing, this is how it goes:

There’s always an initial oh YIKES this route is run out what did I do why am I here is this the end why do I do this to myself if I make it out I’m never climbing again yikes oh yikes I’m scared, but then after a deep breath, it’s totally fine. The reality is, maybe I’m in a bad situation and maybe my stress isn’t illogical or unreasonable, but it doesn’t really matter because I’m in it anyway. All I can do is believe that I can get out, and any other sentiment is useless. So when I’m at anchors and I’m thinking oh no if these bolts fail I’m literally so toast I’ll have no future I’ll never get to see ___ or do ___ man if I mess up this rappel it’ll be my fault too oh no oh no, I also take a second to chill out and rationalize what’s going on. Yes, things can go wrong, but the reality is that I’m at the top of a climb and I’m not downclimbing, so I have no other choice. As long as I’m redundant and do what I know, I’ll be fine. I assess my situation and carefully set up my rappel, with confidence, one step at a time. 

I make it to the ground safely because I do what I know how to do. If I’ve proven anything to myself, it’s that I can get out of any situation because I have knowledge and I know how to use it. So, yes, I might have a few panicky thoughts every now and then, but I have trust and confidence in my abilities, and that’s all I need. When it comes down to it, only you can manage your stress, and it can smite you or you can smite it, so you might as well trust that you can win because believing anything else isn’t productive.

Stay safe out there and believe in yourselves, because what’s the advantage believing otherwise?


What types of things do you do to help relieve stress?


21 Replies to “A Thing Called Stress”

  1. I find your advice on managing stress interesting. I actually go to climbing and flee to the serenity I find in the world of nature when I find myself under a lot of stress. I lose sleep – or rather have haunting dreams that make me feel more exhausted than I was when I went to bed the night before. A particular level of stress is actually good for a person. It keeps the brain alert and strengthens our problem-solving skills. Our fight or flight mode certainly kicks in when we’re climbing! I’ve had many of those moments where I have the Elvis shaky leg, all my muscles have tensed, and my belayer is thinking, “Dude, she should really relax right now.” But we do get through it because that’s what we have to do, unless we want to take that huge whipper! Thanks for sharing your experience with stress and how you manage it. I do believe that everyone needs a healthy way to release stress. Turns out, yours is walking! Such a great way, too! Have you been on many hikes/explorations while down in Florida soaking up the sun?

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  2. I needed this. Thank you. This past week my little dog went missing and although it may not be relate-able to some, he was of importance to me. I found myself so overwhelmed with stress and anxiety because all our searches have been dead ends, that I’ve been unable to function or eat properly. I guess I need to take a walk and regroup. I keep telling myself he’s only a dog. But, he was my dog and he gave me more comfort than I even realized. I too, am a fairly relaxed person, so this has put me into a surprisingly different zone. Once again, thank you.

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  3. Carrot, I’m sorry, but as much as I enjoy the picture of your mom doing a priest AND a nun, I don’t think she was balling. I think she was probably bawling. :p

    When I was living a stressed filled life I found the best solution was to do something about it. Strange but true. When I didn’t know what to do I went hiking. My two artificial hips are proof that most of the time I didn’t know what to do other than put one foot in front of the other, often as fast as possible.

    Once in Tijuana with friends I saw a piece of street art that really spoke to me on this. It was a kind of poem, white letters on a red background.

    It said (it’s strange Spanish, Spanglish from the border)

    Ni yo me

    But still walking
    Can be real

    Everything in my life was pretty effed up, all stress all the time and that sign was like a quiet but enormous “YES!”

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    1. Your story never stops being interesting!!! You know this one time in Tijuana. That is always the beginning of something…this one time in Tijuana. That poem is great Martha!

      Good catch on bawling, your eye is always on point!!! Thank you!!!

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  4. When my son was in 5th grade, he was agonizing about a homework assignment. He finally did it. After he finished, I asked him how long he spent agonizing vs how long he spent doing the work. Homework got much faster after that.

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  5. I am Texan Gal that is unemployed and I have Clinical Anxiety. So stress seems to be a main personality trait for me at the moment. Something that I’ve found that really helps me reduce the stress that isn’t just excessively produced by my brain is creating a set routine for myself. This adds a the comfort of some certainty in my life.

    I do the whole walking thing as well. However, my apartment does not have a ceiling fan. (This is where my mentioning where I’m from becomes relevant.) Any walks I take end with me collapsing on my couch questioning the possibility of human evaporation. I have found a good alternative, though. My complex’s pool. Swimming seems to be a good alternative when it seems like your shoes are going to melt into the concrete.

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  6. I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

    I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

    Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

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  7. I knit to relieve stress…all that hand wringing is much better put towards a shawl 🙂

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