Thomas Jefferson once said, “I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.” (Jefferson and Emerson) I agree with Mr. Jefferson wholeheartedly. Luck is its own force, but it does not work alone: People must put in some sort of effort in order to have good fortune. (SS 3) I am a dedicated to doing my best, and I work hard to achieve my goals. When it comes to school, this sometimes becomes an issue for me because some of my aspirations require more work than I can handle. The pressure that I put on myself in school causes stress in my life, and I handle that stress in a certain way. Each day, time continues to pass, commitments continue to be made, and my stress level continues to grow. When I feel anxious
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I am always stressed to some degree, but there are cases in which I am more so than normal. When my stomach is in knots, when my throat swells up, and when I feel a throbbing pain behind my eyes, I know that I have more worry than my average amount. (SS 13) At first, I thought that these symptoms were related to being ill. I started to notice, however, that each ailment presents when I feel overwhelmed by a school issue such as a big test I need to study for or an essay that I have to nail down in just a few short days. I do not handle being anxious well, and this feeling, along with consistent sleepless nights, causes me to be a bit temperamental with people. Cranky and overworked, I take out my frustrations on those who are close to me. (BE 2) My family gets the worst of it when I am stressed, and I regret my actions. An interaction in which I am short with anyone is soon followed up with an apology and an explanation. Usually, I do not let my stress bother me. (I have been dealing with constant anxiety and tension for several years now, so I am all but used to it.) There are instances, though, when my stress consumes me. That is when I begin to forget that working hard is what it takes to become what I want to be in life. Once I realize what is happening (that I am stressed,) I take a moment to calm down. Sometimes I need a short break to remind myself of my goals and to keep myself …show more content…
I have a multitude of things that I always worry about, and I am not usually on that list. Every now and then, though, when the amount of stress that I feel outweighs my will power and causes me to break down, I become a concern for myself. This breakdown brings with it many tears and a lot of uneasiness. With forced thoughts of tranquility in my mind, I allow myself a short moment of restitution. (BE 11) I work so hard that I often do homework in my dreams. My brain deserves a break every now and then, and my body a chance to relax. (SS 2) A night of undisturbed, homework-free sleep always helps me do this. Coping with stress is a difficult process for me because I have a constant drive to keep going. The pause button does not exist in my life, making relaxation challenging. I will never know how to deal with my feelings, but I can try. The main way that I manage anxiety now is by cooking. Baking cookies, frying chicken, and even cutting onions helps me take my mind off of what I am worrying about. In the summer of two thousand fifteen, my grandfather died. To be honest, I am still having a difficult time accepting this loss. When it first happened, though, I whipped up a new dish twice a day. I learned during that time that cooking is my escape from reality, and it is what I rely on when I need a break from the world and myself. Once I
I am always stressed to some degree, but there are cases in which I am more so than normal. When my stomach is in knots, when my throat swells up, and when I feel a throbbing pain behind my eyes, I know that I have more worry than my average amount. (SS 13) At first, I thought that these symptoms were related to being ill. I started to notice, however, that each ailment presents when I feel overwhelmed by a school issue such as a big test I need to study for or an essay that I have to nail down in just a few short days. I do not handle being anxious well, and this feeling, along with consistent sleepless nights, causes me to be a bit temperamental with people. Cranky and overworked, I take out my frustrations on those who are close to me. (BE 2) My family gets the worst of it when I am stressed, and I regret my actions. An interaction in which I am short with anyone is soon followed up with an apology and an explanation. Usually, I do not let my stress bother me. (I have been dealing with constant anxiety and tension for several years now, so I am all but used to it.) There are instances, though, when my stress consumes me. That is when I begin to forget that working hard is what it takes to become what I want to be in life. Once I realize what is happening (that I am stressed,) I take a moment to calm down. Sometimes I need a short break to remind myself of my goals and to keep myself …show more content…
I have a multitude of things that I always worry about, and I am not usually on that list. Every now and then, though, when the amount of stress that I feel outweighs my will power and causes me to break down, I become a concern for myself. This breakdown brings with it many tears and a lot of uneasiness. With forced thoughts of tranquility in my mind, I allow myself a short moment of restitution. (BE 11) I work so hard that I often do homework in my dreams. My brain deserves a break every now and then, and my body a chance to relax. (SS 2) A night of undisturbed, homework-free sleep always helps me do this. Coping with stress is a difficult process for me because I have a constant drive to keep going. The pause button does not exist in my life, making relaxation challenging. I will never know how to deal with my feelings, but I can try. The main way that I manage anxiety now is by cooking. Baking cookies, frying chicken, and even cutting onions helps me take my mind off of what I am worrying about. In the summer of two thousand fifteen, my grandfather died. To be honest, I am still having a difficult time accepting this loss. When it first happened, though, I whipped up a new dish twice a day. I learned during that time that cooking is my escape from reality, and it is what I rely on when I need a break from the world and myself. Once I