A happy life consists in tranquility of mind. ~ Cicero
I’ve come to the conclusion that stress equals death. At least, that’s my take away after reading the opening paragraph’s from Jonah Lehrer’s Wired article over at ScienceBlogs. Why is this important? Mostly because my doc keeps harping on me about my levels of stress. Why? Jonah so thoughtfully explains…
Here’s one example of how stress destroys the body. Elissa Epel, a former grad student of Sapolsky’s and a professor of psychiatry at UCSF, has demonstrated that mothers caring for chronically ill report much higher levels of stress. That’s not surprising. What is surprising is that these women also have dramatically shortened telomeres, those caps on the end of chromosomes that keep our DNA from disintegrating. (Women with the highest levels of stress had telomere shortening equal “to at least one decade of additional aging.”) When our telomeres run out, our cells stop dividing; we’ve run out of life. Stress makes us run out of life faster.
If that doesn’t scare the sh*t out of you, then maybe this little tidbit will (especially if you’re a guy – emphasis mine)…
Stress hollows out our bones and atrophies our muscles. It triggers adult onset diabetes and is a leading cause of male impotence. In fact, numerous studies of human longevity in developed countries have found that “psychosocial” factors such as stress are the single most important variable in determining the length of a life. It’s not that genes and risk factors like smoking don’t matter. It’s that our levels of stress matter more.
No wonder my doc keeps saying “cut it out!”
Here’s to living a happy and LOOOOONG life! Cheers y’all!
Categories: Health, Stress
A conversation, like dancing, has some rules, although I’ve never seen them stated anywhere. The objective of conversation is to entertain or inform the other person while not using up all of the talking time. A big part of how you entertain another person is by listening and giving your attention. Ideally, your own enjoyment from conversation comes from the other person doing his or her job of being interesting. If you are entertaining yourself at the other person’s expense, you’re doing it wrong. ~ Scott Adams (Dilbert creator)
I’m kind of fond of the band Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Have been for a long time! They’ve got a little number out called All You Do Is Talk. It’s pretty good! Back in high school days I was a HUGE fan of TALK TALK. Scary if you look at some of the pics of me from back then. Ha! TALK TALK has a great track called…you guessed it…Talk Talk. I could watch that video ALL DAY LONG! Yeah, I’m a dork kinda! There are a few people in my life who can talk, talk, talk. You get to a point where you want to scream “ZIP IT!” And if that doesn’t work, you just stare at the movement of their earrings and entertain yourself whilst tuning them clear out. Interestingly enough, I have at times gotten so wrapped up in some silly head-trip of wondering if I’m monopolizing all the conversation that I’ve literally made myself a stressed out mess. The funny thing is, I’m not that guy, I’ve just at times gotten myself weirded out into believing I was. Scott’s comment reminded me that (i) there are rules to conversations, (ii) those rules make perfect sense and (iii) I shouldn’t get myself all worried because I’m not that guy/girl we all know that can’t shut the hell up and in the end entertains just themselves. Funny, knowing there are rules and that I’m living by them (for the most part) actually is a stress reliever. That and pulling out all my old TALK TALK cassettes and giving them a good whirl!
Here’s to identifying our point of stress and then eliminating it. Cheers y’all!
Wisdom is gathered from a multitude of poor decisions. ~ Paul V Harris
I had to laugh when I read that quote by Paul Harris. I mean, if that is really the case, then there are some of us who are much wiser than others. I won’t regale you with some of the poor decisions I’ve made in my life, but I’ve got a great library from which to choose. There are several ways one can look at the bank of poor decisions I’ve built up over my life. One could make the argument that I should have a lot of regrets about some of my choices. The fact is, I don’t. The choices I have made were the ones that seemed right, or that I wanted to make at that time. That’s not to say I would make the same choices now because I would not. But I’ve learned some amazing lessons. I’m happy with where I’m at now and the decisions I’m making. I can honestly say though that had I not made some of the decisions I made in the past, I wouldn’t be making some of the decisions I’m making today. Those decisions that I’m making today are paying some rich dividends and I’m thankful for that. I’m also cognizant that I may look back one day at today’s decisions and not repeat them either. It’s part of growing you know and frankly, I don’t ever want to stop!
Here’s to all the messy that goes with growth! Cheers y’all!
Don’t worry, be happy! ~ Bobby McFerrin
You ever have a week with seemingly equal highs and lows? That’s been my week. By the time my last meeting wrapped at 530 I was, “stick-a-fork-in-me” done. Picking up the kid, grabbing food, walking the dog should have been the wrap-up of the day. Instead, the kid and his dog are using my room for wrestling practice. I don’t really have the energy to stop the growling and the crazy-making. In the midst of all the crazy, Bobby McFerrin has blasted on to the speakers with his entreaty to chill and enjoy the moment. So, that’s what I’m doing. Crazy is all around me and I’ve got a smile on my face. Tomorrow is another hectic day with work and then spending time at the old place getting it all cleaned up, but for now, I’m enjoying listening to the crazy-making of a boy and his dog.
Here’s to moments of crazy and the sanity they bring! Cheers y’all.
May you find inspiration and meaning soaked in the wonders of the imagination, cradled in compassion of the heart, and hold a will to make a difference. ~ Gisele
I’m sitting on the sofa watching the kid doing Wii fit. Ever so often he invites me up to show me just how out of it I am. Joy! I’ve been thinking a lot about being special…about being a star. My career is going great and that’s really cool. The thing that is more cool is having my kid want to spend some time with me. Sure, it’s him kicking my butt (he actually just used the word “sad” to describe my skills), but still, it’s the quality time. I think I’m figuring out that success isn’t all about the accolades from my peers, but the hugs from my kid. The “that’s just sad” while clapping me on the back. I saw a friend’s status update on Facebook today and I’ve decided to steal it – “I’m loving my life right now!”
Here’s to loving the life we have! Cheers y’all!