mikemadigan April 29, 2016 autre

New Plan

Frustrated I didn’t wake when I wanted to, but I never do. So no big deal. Not an advantageous was to start the day, frustrated and moody. So I shift. To this. On couch, meditation.

READERS: Don’t let stress win. Only see wins for yourself, and for everything you do. Something I just realized this morning and a few morning over the last couple weeks.

Quiet in the house with kids asleep, but that could change in a severed second. So I keep it short.

How do you combat stress?

What does stress do to you?

Can you imagine a life utterly absent of anxiety?

TRY IT.

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amcmulin914 on April 29, 2016 at 8:27 pm
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I been following along here with you on your journey here through Father-Writer-Teacher-Studenthood, and thought I would chime in with some relevant anecdotes.

So I am a Father-Writer-Student-Teacher type thingy as well. And like all writers have started to develop all those skills of observation and analyses which come with the craft. I won’t hijack your blog here on a whole rant about that, but just prefacing an excuse for my insanity which I am about to share. So yesterday, Thor’s-day, which in my family is like “Friday” because my wife has three day weekends, I am a Primary Parent (read Stay-At-Home-Dad), so by this time in the week I am starting to battle with the existential abyss which is modern domesticity, but with courage and positivity I decide to go to the grocery. Now usually, I like to wake super early, and go when the store is empty. I know both the main cashiers, they’re lovely, and its so much easier navigating the place in that golden early hour. But we were out of milk, and here we note the foreshadowing of defeat, subpar chinese take out was on the menu. I am the superior chef, part cause for Daddydaycare, but this also means I get burned out on cooking, so I had decided to sacrifice my first principles and pick up some Chinese take out.

Now here comes the stress. I don’t know what it was. I left the house in a great mood, expertly kenneling the dogs before wife’s arrival, toddler and baby were snug in nappy bliss, expert grocery list rolled in my brain, even pulled into said grocery with effortless auto mobility, but second I entered that manufactured food distribution center everything went south…It started with a slight blip, over active lady with a rewards card, I inauthentically said I had the new card, but wasn’t quite sure, manifesting some latent distrust in these food/fuel cards, don’t like mixing petrol and produce, and all that, but then as I start rolling down the aisles a mood settled in, a dark cloud of anxiety and confusion.

I’m getting long winded here, so I’ll cut to the chase. So you know that scene in Ghostbuster 2, the like ectoplasmic hate jelly that they find in a river, under the city. That if you start yelling at it, it bubbles over. Well it felt like someone had sprayed the whole grocery with that. Everywhere I went it was just filled with people mumbling to themselves, confused and disoriented. Everyone, and I beg your pardon for the crassness here, but everyone just looked rough, obese or drug addled, like Walmart on a sweaty afternoon in August. The deli chick rolled her eyes at my request polite request for the thin sliced chicken at 5.99 a LB, and mumbled something to her coworker, the chinese (greasy and stomach ache inducing later) food workers were yelling with management about a clogged drain, while a disinterested and bored plumber looked on, the two workers themselves were rude and chatted between themselves in Cantonese, shaking their heads and tossing their hands u at the whole situation. I was given four hot containers of fat inducing chicken parts, sans bag, and then made to wait five minutes at an empty, unmanned cash register, with food and stuffed cart, before being told I couldn’t get a bag until I paid, which I had to do there, or get fucked basically…There was more rambling schizophrenia, forgotten grocery items, shaky hands and suspicious eyes…Brought it all home, almost projected it on to wife and kin, but then I realized it was my three day weekend, and tomorrow (today) was a writing day, and that we battle not against flesh and blood, but principalities, and some other weird stuff and I moved on.

Sorry about the rant. Thanks for all you writing, just wanted to say hello, and wish you luck and hard work in the craft.

P.S. No, a world without stress would be no world at all.

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  mikemadigan on April 30, 2016 at 5:57 am
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  Thank you for all your convivial thoughts and shares! Love your blog! Please keep reading, and I promise to do the same!
  
  A la tienne!
  -Mike
  
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