Of course, I couldn't do it. I splashed my way into the river with them, tossing a stick for them until all three of us were exhausted. And for the moment, anyway, I've healed myself. As I reflect upon this, I remember several things that I know about stress. First, it is insidious.
Stress is a sneaky little guy.
Just when we think we've got it licked, it rears its nasty little spiky head and bites us again. It takes an ongoing commitment to not let it get the upper hand in our lives, no matter how much we think we've got it figured out. We must learn by remembering. Second, much of the stress in our lives is self-inflicted, at least to some degree, by our own expectations. I got caught in the need to be brilliant beyond all others' expectations.