Here’s how it goes. I fret about what to make for dinner, decide upon spaghetti and simplicity reigns. For three days I think about the get-well card I should send, and when finally I put it in the mail, my stress disappears.
What’s going on here? How does this work? I notice some unrest, which I label stress, which follows me wherever I go. It is persistent and gets much more attention than the situation warrants. (After all, how important is the supper menu?) The solution is simple, really—figure out what is bothering me and deal with it immediately. Simple! Really?