I thought that I understood stress. I thought that maybe, over the years, stress and I had come to an understanding. In my mind the understanding was one of "I can't handle you, please leave me alone.".
But I have come to the conclusion that stress is a codependent beast that doesn't care about our "understanding".
It seems that it my life, and probably everyone else's too, the closer I get to finishing something I have been working towards the more crap happens.
In a scant year,I will be done with this educational program and all of the testing that goes along with it. So now is when the stress ramps up to 100 and hell arrives with a hand basket.
The car breaks, my last clinical rotation gets crazy, more dental work, doctors appointments, and as always... studying.
So today I went to church.
Because when life gets really crazy and I don't think I can cross the finish line anymore, there are only two places that give me the absolute peace and clarity needed to recharge.
The breakwater in the Dana Point harbor, and church (but really it's the same thing... one is just outside). Since Dana Point is a little far for a Sunday trip, I chose church.
So maybe today no one dies, I won't have a temper tantrum, and I will be a better person than I was this morning.
We will see.
NG
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