I have been having a rough week. My minor ankle injury has not only contributed to my already steady stream of small stress sources, but it’s taken away from my chronic stress relieving habit – physical activity.
Everyone I know falls victim to at least some degree of chronic stress. Most people don’t wake up in the morning as joyful as my puppies, bouncing around like ping pong balls, licking everything in sight, only worried about whether or not it’s time to go for their daily woods walk.
Instead, we wake up and immediately start tending to our internal chore chart… pee, coffee, email, mentally preparing ourselves for our barrage of tasks at hand (I try to get my GED via online GED lessons), and physically readying ourselves for another work day via hygiene and clothing.