12 ways to know you’re doing ok
- You breathe deeply when you realise you are so tense you forgot to breathe.
- You get so frustrated that you laugh.
- You get the urge to move when you are stressed. Walking, running, even punching (a punching bag or pillow) are good ways to move you from a stressful state to a better one.
- You want to walk away when you feel like you are going in circles.
- You have shown super-human patience at least once in your life.
- When you’re seething you know just who to call to calm you down. And you have them on speed dial.
- You find time to help a mate out, even when you’re so busy you forget to go to the bathroom.
- You have the self control to be pleasant to the checkout-chick even when you are having the worst day ever.
- You immediately apologise when you snap at friends and colleagues because you are stressed.
- You can keep your cool long enough not to call your boss/parents/friend an asshole to their face.
- You have the presence of mind not to shop, get married or make any big decisions when you’re angry or frustrated.
- When you are in your darkest moment… you walk on because you recognise that it will pass.
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Number 8 for me really rings true… don’t think i’ve got the no shopping down yet when i’m emotional tho hehehe but i think i can satisfy at least 10 of the 12 – have you managed to do all of them?
Yeah I have, at some point, managed all of them Elle. But right at the moment I am struggling to repeat those past performances. So I wrote this list to remind myself that I am ok, and I know how to be ok.
Thanks for commenting.
yay. i think im doin ok!
When we used to visit my great-grandmother in her apartment building in Philadelphia, we noticed that certain doors on her hallway had little signs hung on the knobs, like the “Do Not Disturb” signs you see on hotel doors when people are inside doing the nasty with prostitutes or the cleaning lady. Only, the signs on the doors in my great-grandmother’s building’s doors didn’t say “Do Not Disturb,” they had a red cross insignia on them with the phrase “I’m okay.” Later on in life, I realized that the occupants of these apartments were in frail health and they would hang the signs on their doorknobs to let the building staff know they’d made it through the night.
If the sign was not affixed to the door for a day or two, the building staff would inquire about the occupant’s whereabouts and, hopefully, would summon the police or paramedics if nobody answered the phone for a day or two. Or if it started to smell.
In short: I’m okay.
Wow, that is such a sad story. I guess there are many different levels of ok. Thanks for stopping by and thanks for sharing.