Sometime early this morning I reached a new state of stress.  I just stopped feeling all of the pressure and frustration and suddenly I was just fine.  The stack of papers to be graded and 62 unread/unanswered emails and the lack of judges for the meet this weekend were all still staring at me, but I sipped my glass of Carnation Instant Breakfast and felt totally okay about it all.

This was a nice change.  Some last week when I noticed I was developing my third cold sore in six days and my right shoulder started clicking when I rotated it from muscle tension I finally tallied what exactly was causing me so much grief.  In the last two weeks or so I have:

– Set up and run two field trips
– Arranged judges, concessions, and materials for the Home Speech Meet this Saturday
– Handled group ticket sales for eleven different shows for a dozen or so people
– Held auditions for the fall play
– Started pre-production for the musical
– Coordinated a on-site playwriting workshop for my classes and the entire English department
– Repainted the dressing rooms and backstage area
– Taught my classes
– Tried to keep on top of grading
– (Begrudgingly) accepted a new weekly detention supervision duty
– Fulfilled various church duties
– Fought off a minor cold (still ongoing)

It might be okay that I’ve been feeling stressed.  Or, rather, that I was feeling stressed until I found my new Zen level.

Om, etc.