If we make time in our busy schedules to enjoy ourselves . . .
This sentence can end one of two ways (1) rationally: If we make time in our busy schedules to enjoy ourselves we will feel more energized, relaxed, and ultimately be more productive and content. (2) the catch-22: If we make time in our busy schedules to enjoy ourselves we feel guilty for not attending to “more important things” and worry that we won’t have enough time to get things done.
Since my husband and I moved to town three months ago I have found many justifications for my lack of getting out to explore the plethora of surrounding mountain peaks, passes, and valleys. Namely that I’ve busied myself with as much work as the company I am a “causal worker” for could offer or when not working, I’ve been overwhelmed with self-imposed guilt for working less than part time. That is not to say that I have been wasting my work-free time. This June my husband and I relocated from several hundred miles away, so I spent a good month making our rental property feel like home and then figuring out where I’d put various odds and ends in the fluster of unpacking. Then there were the daily tasks – such as banking, washing the dog, calling customer service lines and waiting on hold, registering vehicles, changing and washing bed linens – that usually make up a never-ending to do list; only I had time to get them them done. Which reminds me of an interesting article I came across on CNN.com about a growing trend of stay-at-home wives (not moms). After having the chance to take care of all the errands, phone calls, house maintenance, and even cooking good, complete meals without the added demands of a job, I can agree with the couples interviewed in the article that my being home took a layer stress off of the marital relationship. Evenings were a time to unwind not take care of household business. However, I happen to be one of those individuals whose productivity increases in direct proportion to the demands placed upon me. In other words, working is good for me. Staying home is not. I found that as items got crossed of my to-do list (which never ended), my wish-list of places to hike and bike grew with little accomplished. It didn’t take long before leaving the house to do anything for myself seemed unreasonable, selfish even. I mean, if I didn’t have full-time job should I really be allowed to go wondering into the mountains for a day of bliss?
I plunged into a state of tunnel vision, fixated on the stress of unsteady employment; blocking out the fact that the bills were getting paid, my husband kept saying I should get out and enjoy my time, that I’m still in grad school and will soon be working for 30 hours a week as an unpaid intern and won’t have free time to fret about. Yes, all of these sparkling details failed to enter my mind. Instead my summer explorations sunk into a pool of dismal, listless thoughts.
Why is it that people tend to give up what they enjoy most, the things they find solace in, the things they call fun, when stress strikes? Studies show time and time again that indulging in the little things that bring you joy is one of the best ways to counter stress and depression. In fact, a popular homework assignment given to clients in cognitive behavioral therapy is called “pleasant events scheduling.” There is no secret to it; this highly effective therapeutic treatment boils down to taking time to do something enjoyable which can range from taking a hot bath to allowing yourself 30 minutes of reading the newspaper while still in your pajamas on a Sunday morning. Yet people pay big-bucks to therapists for such a prescription. After all, if they have to have fun in the name of therapy it’s okay, right?
So here I am, nearing the end of my ramble with biting sarcasm and faced with a sobering question: why have I allowed my justifications, fears, and stress to take over my fun and perpetuate negativity? I’m a therapist, I should know better!
The good news: I couldn’t come up with an answer to the above question, so after staring at the screen for several minutes trying figure out how to end this post, I hit “save,” closed my laptop and picked up my hiking guide to the San Juans.
Keep a checking in, I should have pictures (and commentary of course) to post after my hike tomorrow.
P.S. Went for a lovely bike ride this evening on a trail I hadn’t been on before. 30 minutes of fun for myself.