UNDER PRESSURE! Yes, thank you, David Bowie and Freddie Mercury, I am, indeed, “under pressure”. It’s like you wrote that song for me! (You didn’t, I know. You released the song in 1982 when I was, um, not even born yet *coughnottrue* so how could it be for me? Unless you were both soothsaying wizards…? Oh please let that be the case)
Anyway, must stop chatting to dead musicians, it does nothing to maintain my veneer of sanity. Surely another symptom of feeling “under pressure”? C’mon, we all know the signs, repeat after me: sleeplessness, anxiety, irritability, general angst, doom, tragedy, fecklessness, really bad personal hygiene, and finally, raging harpy.
Or that could just be because it’s Tuesday. Tuesdays are bogus.
Whatever’s going on, feeling “under pressure” is not great. And there’s that nagging kick in the guts that, hey, you’ve only got yourself to blame. Yes! Well done, me. You could’ve said ‘no’ to various projects, you could’ve chosen a quiet life, you could’ve tolerated a million different unpalatable situations, all in the name of avoiding that damn pressure.
Woo! Doesn’t that sound like a big ol’barrel of sweet’n’sticky FUN?
Actually no, I love my life, wouldn’t change a thing – I guess what I’m trying to address is that, at some point, as I get older and more withered and inevitably wiser, there must be some tried and tested ways of dealing with this crap, which don’t involve scuttling back to bed and using my duvet as a shield against the world.
Currently, I employ two different methods of coping: COMPLETE AVOIDANCE and SORTING IT LIKE A BASTARD.
Complete avoidance is more commonly used, I’m sad to say. This can involve:
- hoping the pressure source goes away
- waiting for someone else to deal with it
- combination of the above
- going back to bed
Whereas sorting it like a bastard takes a bit of chutzpah. And there are days when the chutzpah is more easily summoned. Seriously, they should bottle that stuff, I’d buy it. The other day, I sorted a LOAD of stuff, like a great big bastard, and it was great.
Today, not so much.
So what I’m after is, I think, validation. Is it OK to say ‘sod this for a bag of chips’ and go back to bed? Or should I suck it up and deal with it and at least attempt to sort it, even if I don’t achieve ‘like a bastard’ levels of attainment?
How do you cope with being UNDER PRESSURE?