Wait a minute.
You mean... at some point you're supposed to relieve stress??
Huh. Maybe somewhere in the foggy past I read that incorrectly as "re-live stress". Because - that I can do. I can replay stressful moments over and over in my head like one of those songs that gets stuck in your brain for days at a time...
No no. Seriously. Stress relief. That's a good thing. Especially in this job.
Now, rather like Jillian, I tend to thrive in pressure situations. No really! I do! Hang a deadline over my head, dangling from a fraying thread like the sword of Damocles, and I'm good. Tie me to the tracks with the deadline-train a'comin' and I'll somehow manage to fish out my trusty swiss-army knife. Loom ever larger at me all you want Mr. Deadline, I'm walkin' straight toward you, whistlin'...
*starts to hyperventilate slightly*
...Heh. Um. Wait. Do you think maybe I have deadlines on my mind?
Okay - focus here people. By "people" I mean "me".
Right. Stress relief. What do I do for stress relief?...
I could say "shop" but I actually find that kinda stressful (unless it's with my Mom, 'cause she's really good at it.) I could say "yoga" but I haven't bent myself into a Lotus Position since I got my first contract. I could say "watch tv" but I barely know which remote goes with what device.
I... um... read? Okay, yeah. I do that - but I do that anyway. I listen to music - same deal, though.
Oh wait! I garden! Sure! That's what I do.
*pauses to look out window at sadly neglected shrubs that need a serious pruning*
Huh. Maybe I should take some time to de-stress this weekend. If nothing else, the geraniums need to be deadlined--er dead-headed. Yes. That's what I meant. No I'm not stressed - why do you ask?