Easter Sunday has come and gone and with it many things. Firstly, the time with family, both mine and my husbands. Second, the time that we had to spend with each other and our two boys throughout the three day weekend. Third, stress and anxiety.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who can attest to having felt this way. It’s also not something I think most would admit. From experience, I know it’s not a pleasant thing to think about, but here we are.
There is an end to the agony of the stress and the anxiety that the holiday’s, any holiday’s, can make us feel. That is the most liberating thought, but it doesn’t have to be that way. You do not have to sit there and dwell on it, however long that may have been (for me roughly a month). To get every detail perfect. To wonder if you’re meeting some sort of invisible standard. To hope that your kids love every moment of it even if they can’t remember (personally, I’m talking about a 21 month and 5 month old).
This is the conclusion that I came to on Saturday. There is an end! There is one, because we are the ones in control. Your mind is the one that is making you stressed and you do not have to put up with it! Ever! The control had been with me all along, from the very beginning. If only I had this realization then, I wouldn’t have stressed myself to the point that it was giving me physical manifestations of it.
I do admit, it is hard to realize when this is happening, and even more so on how to control it. So, I put my mind to work and thought about why is this giving me stress or anxiety, what in my mind has to happen on Easter Weekend?
The answer was simple really, spend as much time with family as possible. Do the things that we don’t get to do on a daily basis, or just sit on a couch and relax. Maybe eat some good food. Why would this be hard, or unattainable?
My poor mind made this weekend something completely impossible. The standard (which I have no idea where it came from) had been set so high that I don’t think it was possible for anyone to achieve it! The basket, the blessing of said basket, Saturday dinner, Sunday church, and another dinner. Everything had to be exactly perfect. The plates that we ate on, the cups we drank from, the utensils we used. I got sad that I hadn’t taken the kids to an egg hunt, even though the little one would have slept through it all. I felt bad that they were missing something vital to their childhood.
This constant thinking had beat up my mind so much, it started taking it out on my body. I’d forget things very easily. Friday morning, I forgot which toothbrush was mine! Literally had to ask before actually brushing my teeth. I was reading a recipe and could have sworn it said eggs and not sugar, causing me to start the thing over again. These symptoms made me realize that there is something wrong, and since I’m not sick, it had to be my mind. I’ve had experience with it and knew automatically something was wrong.
So I sat and thought about what was going on through me and how I could fix it. The fix, unfortunately, is never easy. Therefore, I am saying here and now, no need to worry! It all ends well! There are no invisible standards that have to be met! Practice with your mind not to worry (I know, easier said than done). Take care of the things that you can, that are within your control, and most importantly, ask for help. I wish that I had.