After a few attempts to get up the rock wall last night, my climbing partner observed that I seemed unusually stressed. She suggested that I just hang out for a bit and talk before I got back on the wall. When she pointed that out, I realized just how wound up my body was–I was talking a bit too fast, holding my shoulders tight, creasing that space between my eyebrows…I wasn’t climbing particularly well, either–I was too tense to stretch and reach and feel confident.
There are days when things tend to cluster in my life (and in my mind), and worry overtakes me for awhile–even when it’s sort of simmering beneath the surface and I don’t realize it. The various things that are concerning me right now: moving, job, research, health, kids…they are impacting me far more than I’d like to admit. My back muscles are taut, my throat feels sore, my food isn’t digesting well, and I’m wishing away some of my responsibilities.
I know this will pass and tomorrow or the next day I’ll feel relaxed and lighthearted again. But some days…are just harder than others.