Sunday, December 14, 2008


The other day I took a stress test for fun. According to the results I passed with flying colors, that is if a very high stress level is passing. It seemed as if I was checking off about half the questions they asked. The good news is I see an end to a portion of the stress in just a couple days. Finals week is almost here, and will soon be over with.

Some things I've learned about myself when being super stressed over the past couple years.
-It can be almost paralyzing and results in barely function at all sometimes.
-It can give a heightened sense of what is going on around me at all times.
-It tends to make me take everything far too seriously for far too long.
-I tend to become extremely introverted and self-aware for stints until the stress level goes down.
-Often when others are freaking out, I am the most calm and able to function with very orderly fashion.
-It seems that I have very high stamina in just getting stuff done that needs to, even after I've been burnt out for quite a while.

During my break between semesters I am planning to work on a music project I've had on the back-burner for a while, this will also help relieve some stress and be rewarding by finally finishing a segment of something that has been in the works for a couple years. The creative cycles of my brain will once again be called upon, and it will feel good to work on something that I actually want to for a change, rather than things I need to work on out of necessity for the sake of completing bigger goals.


Blake said...

My favorite thing to work on between semesters is... nothing! Of course, that might change this time around as I have a few fun ideas.

Weregoose said...

History has presented us with the wise men: the intellectual seekers of efficiency and innovation, many of whom have had trouble dealing with manifold levels of anxiety. Doing anything very well ordinarily calls for stress, and I've rested on the assumption that it occurs inevitably as a part of seeing and understanding in a world filled with blindness. It is fortunate, then, that there are those who can walk us through the dark when they are not tired.