Stress is the response in the body when our resources are strained from an event that requires adaptation to our current state.
I’ve been addicted to a certain level of stress brought on by the hormone cortisol. I think that our society in the Western world is addicted to a high level of cortisol. It my belief that is is why we crave more and more sensation, more and more distraction, more and more numbing. We find these outlets through both addiction to highly engaging substances, or ones that cause us to dissociate:
- food (sugar)
- endorphin rush from stunts
- self-harm (general term)
- the third arm: the phone
I’m bringing awareness to my addiction to cortisol, and I’m using mindfulness-based techniques to tune back to my inner nature, one of peace, calm, ease.
So much of my days have fallen pattern in the go-go-go lifestyle, with the supposed belief that in order to deserve, I must have endured. That the level of stress is a badge of honour. This is a false belief that my subconscious has taken to believe as truth. This is a false badge of our society.
This is why concepts like Blue Mind and Shinrin Yoku which are predicated on the foundation that nature is a healer. Shinrin Yoku, or roughly translated, “forest bathing”, is actually a treatment prescribed by doctors as a means to lower stress and anxiety. The invisible illness of mental unrest is of integral vitality to these cultures, whereas in our society it is often swept under the rug to make way for illnesses that are recognized and can be visibly seen.
After all, the people who I admire the most are the calm ones who in spite of struggle, are able to be peace.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget one spin session in uni when I was an avid member of the Triathlon Team, when my beautiful pro triathlete friend Angela Quick (yes that’s her real last name, and it rings true to her ferocity as an athlete) had a big brick workout this particular training day. We were together as a group doing a 2-3hr ride, and a run. I had a 2 hour ride, 30 min run. She had something like a 3 hour ride, 1-hour run (prepping for some longassrace). I had been really anal about getting enough sleep and rarely had fun in the final year of uni. This chick, who comes out first among the top athletes in the whole world at national events, hopped on her bike at the start of the ride expressing quickly, “I am so tired and hungover from dancing all night at Cowboys yesterday.”
I was like:
She proceeded to engage in #beastmode and finish the workout so strong.
Ange continues to be the support I call on when I’m whining about my anxious mind when I am sick/injured and can’t train. This is where my mind is craving that set-point of habitual stress I have come to be addicted to. I’m weaning off it.
Angela honours her needs:
If she is sick, she rests.
Pool closed? You guessed it: rest. (not like I was in uni, instead, finishing a ride, whereas she went back to bed — swim is at darkoclock in the AM).
She’s an inspiration.
Are you addicted?
Do you find yourself busying yourself, rushing so fast when you have nowhere to go, no plans. And even if you have plans, WHAT is so important, that even 5-10 mins late is worth the cortisol in your body?
I truly believe that the person eating a Big Mac is better off than the one stressing over whether their dinner is made with “free-range-organic-non-GMO” meat.
Let’s bring awareness to the stress level at which we function most often. Let’s look at that dial, and dial it down a bit.
What if life were easy?