Last fall at the University of Calgary I sat listening to the "Food Goddess" at one of her lectures. The class was about 25 in size and glued to her every word. As I recall the majority of the conversation revolved around pooh - one of her favorite topics I might add. Now if you were thinking gross...well yes, yes it is. However, that day I learned allot about mine; what it should look like, if it should sink or float etc. and how that related to my bodies organs, ability to absorb nutrients and other interesting things. But this isn't really where I was intending to go...
Now somewhere in that lecture the "fight or flight" reflex was mentioned. This of course stems from the time (in our genetic history) that we were running from tigers (and cave men). The body essentially diverts energy (digestive functionality) to more external functions...like ensuring your running as fast as possible. This adrenalin is helpful in the case of the tiger, but when the stress is daily hassles, bills, negotiating the monsters in the backseat en route to ballet, baseball (two different fields of course), piano, swimming and the likes...well perhaps not so helpful.
I've come to realize that the clock on the wall, in the car and on my phone is my tiger, and I believe for allot of people the tiger of the 2010's. We stuff so many things (both external and internal) to be/ complete or do in the name of being a "good" parent, friend or lover that our fight or flight reflex never shuts off - the impact on our mental state and overall physical health? Well let's just say that it could all use a trip to a small tropical island, a blender and a manservant. I'm just saying.....
Take a moment to consider your tiger...and if it carries a PGA card it might be time to slow the car down (just a bit) and dump him out!!
S.
Photo courtesy of me.
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