When stress almost killed me, literally..

There was a point in my life when stress almost killed me, literally.

I woke up today, and a couple different things happened. One was that I didn’t understand why I had become so stressed about all the things that I was stressed about. In what may have been my final moments, those weren’t the things that I really cared about. 
I mean, I care about my job, but not more than life itself. 

The other was the realization that I was alive only because of the generosity of the two people who made me up and my presence physical self. 
And given that the human body is mostly liquid, at that moment I was more other people than I was “myself.”

That began a process that continues today. It’s an awareness of both how much we need each other and of the quiet power of generosity and kindness—that intelligence, problem-solving skills, and effectiveness aren’t the only skills that matter.

There’s plenty that could be said about that, but I think the more important thing is that I began to reformulate my relationship with stress. I had a structure to how I approached that. I started with the idea that, since stress actually limits the brain and leaves it unable to work as well, if you care about something, you must learn to stress about it less. I come to a middle point.

That was an important realization: “I care about this, so I need to learn how to relax about it so that I will be more effective.” So i take a few deep pranayamas and I would do something silly just to cheer me up and probably decide to post it on some social media. 

For example an episode from today, i posted a selfie while at the urinals and said something witty about it on Instagram.
Some may say i am being silly or seeking attention or even worse things behind my back but hey, i careless and i would say this to you, that, it has therapeutic for me.I laugh it off! :D

And if I can change my mind in that way, it covers a lot about a lot.

What is stressing you out today?