After a week of being on the brink of a nervous breakdown, things seem to be normalizing and coming together.

Why a nervous breakdown, you ask? (and if you don’t ask…it’s my blog, so there you go.)

Stress. Killer of joy, spasm-er of muscles, and destroyer of good attitudes. Don’t get me wrong. My excitement level of moving into a Tiny Home has merely increased by the day. That excitement is part of the stress. I want to go¬†now, but now is not the time.

So, what can I do until August? How can I manage this stress that gives me intense nausea, intestinal spasms, and knotty shoulders?

My doctor’s advice: Chill Out.

My therapist’s advice: Chill Out.

My parents’ advice: Don’t Move To Colorado.

My husband’s advice: Take a Xanax.

Husband’s advice is almost immediately gratifying, as the medicine forces a calm in me. My parents aren’t getting their way on this one, so that adds another stressor, rather than being an idea for relieving one. As far as the medical professionals go, I would like to follow their advice. However, I don’t know how to “Chill Out”, or I would have done it already.

Yoga. Walking. Exercise. Healthy diet. Get organized. Hang out with friends.

Even this list is stressing me out, because it isn’t grammatically parallel.

Where is the peace? I know where. Depending on God is not something I’ve ever been particularly good at, but like anything worth excelling at, it takes practice.

How do you actively pursue peace in a world of stress and mess?