Stress

Possessions cause me the most stress. What happens if my house is burgled? What am I going to do if someone scratches my car? And heaven forbid I ever lose my iPod and all that music! The same can be said for my job. What am I going to do if I lose my job? How will I survive? How will I buy my next go kart? How will I keep my current go kart on the track? As you can quickly see, a lot of the questions that come to mind highlight my need for possessions.

Realistically, if I were to lose my job tomorrow, I wouldn’t be up the creek without a leg to stand on. My life style may change, but I would still have a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my stomach. Of course, all three would probably be provided by family and/or friends but that just underlines what is so important. It isn’t the items that you own, but rather the relationships you share.

And at the risk of sounding cliche, I think I’m pretty damn rich when it comes to relationships at the moment.

The other thing I’ve noticed about stress is that it’s only concern is that which has not, and most likely will not ever happen. I’ve spent countless hours, losing sleep over not making a loan repayment. Or not finishing something on time. And in the event where my worry comes true, the situation was hardly anything I couldn’t deal with. So I’ve started to train myself to only react to that which is necessary.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and build a bomb shelter.