Overwhelm: Another Way to Say “Life Happens”

I feel overwhelmed today.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that . . .

What Me Worry?

Somehow, the amount of “stuff” I have to do almost always exceeds the time and resources alloted to do them.  But it wasn’t always like that.

I remember – as a hippie musician in the early 70’s – that life took on a more existential hue.  Life was new and fresh . . . stressful to be sure, but not overwhelming.  I was young, full of hope, although I understood that the older adults I knew seldom shared these feelings.  There was stuff to do, but no real urgency to do them.  Responsibilities were still a distant idea.

These days – as an older adult myself – I understand how their anger and pessimism crept in.  I,  too, feel the burden of responsibility and share their growing fear that maybe the world will eventually succumb to the weight of  the media angst and drama  that gets more blatant every day.

Of course, things change.  People change.  Nations and cultures rise and fall.  What else is new?  Meanwhile, I’m occupying this little spot on a virtual reality called Now-on-Earth-Current-Time-Space and  often forget that this whole dizzying pace of change will eventually come to a halt . . . when the Big Bang decides to call the troops home! 

So I’ll give you the advice I’ll probably forget to take myself . . . Relax.  Chill out.  Learn from guys who know how to relax AND get stuff done.  Or drink a beer and watch the game.  Do what you can and leave the rest.  Like Scarlett, worry about that tomorrow.

Then watch all those OTHER workaholics freaking out because they thing all this stuff’s serious, and you are being irresponsible!  Imagine that.  It seems like overwhelm is a mandatory participation sport called “life.”

Peace and love.  Dude.