They say that those of us who are always running late or on deadline are more creative and optimistic than our punctual friends, and I'd be happy to simply accept that, if I meant that I wasn't continually rushing around wondering how on earth a apparently ten-minute task managed to take up one full hour.
In an ideal world you would enter the gym with your set program, you would then swan around the gym switching from dumbbells to racks to machines, get all sweaty, leave and continue with your day. Seriously though, when does this ever happen?
Carve out more time for yourself and tend to the well-being of yourself first - then you can help others because you will be fully replenished and aligned with what you want to achieve. Replenish. Replenish. Replenish.
As terrible as the world is, if we keep our attention off the button of de-stigmatization, we'll never get anywhere and those in this country who are suffering from a mental emergency won't get any help. I've heard too many stories about someone not finding a hospital, even on the verge of suicide.
The question that remains the most perplexing of all isn't who shot Kennedy or what happened that made the Big Bang, bang. The most perplexing question of all is 'what is happiness?', and also 'how do you get some?' More books are written about it than everything else combined.
My position is actually that we need stress, otherwise nothing would get us out of bed. We'd all be playing banjo on our porches in Alabama. Stress is part of our legacy from the Stone Age for reasons of survival otherwise we would have ended up as pieces of jurassic finger food.
I used to make things worse for myself when I felt I was about to be hit by the black dogs of mental illness. Just before it hit me I would go into overdrive to convince myself and the world that I'm completely normal busy doing things - people to go to places to meet.
The truth is that "busy-ness" does not lead to a happier, healthier or more successful life. In fact if anything, it prevents you from truly living. Busy can mask your own fear, insecurities and you can use it as an excuse for almost anything. Busy has become a hiding place.
Symptoms: Texting while walking, crossing the road or... peeing. Pressing the close doors button in lifts. Rushing. Everywhere. Even to the printer. Throwing a strop when you just miss a tube. Feelings of anxiety, guilt, failure or exhaustion. Saying thinks like, "I'm just being efficient," "but I love being busy" or "I'm just trying to keep my head above water"
A big part of depression is the inability to 'do something,' your body's just too heavy and that 'go get' spirit is dead and gone. I realize sitting here inert that what has always pushed me in the past to achieve something is fear, sometimes I'm interested but behind that, fear.