August 23, 2015

I have come to the conclusion that relaxation is a skill.  My grandpa had the ability to shut down the farm tractor and have a midday snooze under a poplar tree on the side of the field.  My son is currently lying beside his bike curled up sleeping on a patch of grass in the sunshine.

My mom right now is jokingly asking me for Ativan.  I am pretty sure I know which side I take after.  Today I am out camping with my family.  Relaxation is on the menu, and after more preparation than I can imagine, we have finally made it to the destination, but not without help.  My family is tremendous in support and good old fashion help.  I am blessed.

As we speak, I am listening to Johnny Cash with my feet up, my only responsibility right now is to flip the potatoes on the barbeque.  No reason to be stressed about anything.  Yet, in the empty void left by a lack of stress that should be filled with Folsom prison blues, I find my brain wandering to find something stressful to think about.  Sheesh.

The ability to relax is a bit of a learned skill, one that I need help with no doubt.  There is nothing good about stress and anxiety.  It is not good for the body.  This week being around good people that I care about is certainly helping things out.