Ever notice when you are stressed, and adrenaline swims through you like a incessant espresso drip, how you tend to abbreviate incoming information just to keep going? I just uncovered a letter that our flood insurance would double… unless we replied, a month back. Because the letter headings didn’t register as “urgent,” I did nothing when it came, and now am scrambling. Another adrenaline symptom: Huffington Post headlines make me jump-pronounce the world as falling apart, and I’ve been talking so fast that I finish friend’s sentences. Much like the addictive jitter found via caffeine, adrenaline can be useful to triage a slew of crises at once, but when overdone takes a toll on the body and soul, and relationships too. Only problem is, an adrenaline-fueled way of living begets more crises, which begets more adrenaline. And we can get addicted to the drama, and feel bored without it. The solution? Perhaps slowing down, taking a longer route to understanding, and mending within the quiet dawning of what may feel like boredom, now and again.
