Spiritually Speaking

Stress and anxiety don’t feel very good. At least to me they don’t. Some people are addicted to it. Or rather, they are addicted to adrenaline. And yet I suffer from them anyway, which is nobody’s fault by my own. Looking back through the years, it’s not as bad as it used to be. The reason is probably because I’ve grown more spiritual which has helped me to grow more mature, too.

Things don’t bother me as much as they used to and when I catch myself being bothered by something, I will usually stop myself by focusing on something else that is going to bring me peace. Oh, I don’t always listen. Sometimes I’m cranky and I just don’t care. That’s when I need an attitude adjustment. Following the seven steps in this article, “Seven Ways to Transform Your Relationship to Stress and Anxiety” by Tom Russell, may help, too.

Breathing definitely helps. Pause and breathe. I do that a lot. Pausing helps to focus on the present moment and taking refreshing breaths is relaxing and energizing. Not getting involved in someone else’s drama can also prevent stress from happening.

The last step is something I haven’t tried yet. Hopefully that will never be necessary, but if it is, then it’s something worth a shot.

It’s much easier for me to express myself through writing when it’s coming from my soul. That way I don’t have to think as much. I usually free-write because that’s when I know my soul is speaking through me. Of course I have to read it over and edit, but, at least I’ve got it down in concrete form.

I love to write. I’ve been doing it since before I was a teenager. I usually would write in journals or at school for English class. I never imagined that I would desire to have a career in writing. Now I think I know why. I always like the easier road to travel. And yet, I always end up taking the longest and most difficult way.

But I don’t write because I’m looking to get rich. If I wanted to be rich, I wouldn’t have chosen writing. Not that it can’t happen, but, that’s not the point. The truth is, I didn’t choose writing. It actually chose me. I’ve practically given up on my dream to be published so many times only to feel the sense of urgency once again…and again of writing whatever I feel like getting out of my head or whatever my soul prompts me to write.

And now, I am soon to be published. Finally. No money, but, no matter. The time will come or I will die trying. Because I won’t give up as long as my soul brings words to my consciousness they will always come out whether it’s in journal form or a book. But, even if I never get paid to write, I will won’t stop. Not unless and until my soul grows weary and my fingers can’t type or hold a pencil.

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orginally written on another blog: May 4, 2005