Uncoil
I waited patiently for the Lord; And He inclined to me and heard my cry. He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm. Psalm 40:1-2 Stress has a funny way of working its way into your bones. Into the core of who you are. Of altering the way you carry yourself, the way you sleep at night, the way your face rests. When you've carried the weight of stress long enough, your body doesn't always know to uncoil when that weight slides away. Part of it is because even good things come with new challenges. New jobs are wonderful, but there are new commutes to learn, new relationships to develop, new skills to hone. Another part is more like muscle memory, when stress has become the new default. Like when you wake up, but before you remember something really good or really terrible that alters your entire perception of the day. At my core is a deep fear of insufficiency (Enneagram type five. Sigh.).
