Life In My Cave-The Fortress of Solitude

Coping Skills

Little nicks, scrapes and bruises are sometimes worse than the more devastating blows that life offers. But life is about coping skills, how you act and or react can make all the difference.

I am feeling a little beat up today. I think that this has been coming for a while now. A series of events have finally caught up to me.

Little nicks, scrapes and bruises are sometimes worse than the more devastating blows that life offers. But life is about coping skills, how you act and or react can make all the difference.

So I have been trying to remind myself of that. It is not always easy to maintain your perspective and sense of where things really are at when little irritants are constantly being flung at you.

One of the ways in which I sometimes handle these moments is to retreat into my cave, my own Fortress of Solitude. I head into it and just lose myself there so that I can find time to regroup and recharge my batteries.

The hardest part about it is the feeling that I am not giving enough to my loved ones, that my absence is taking from them when I should be giving more. But at the same time I have learned from experience that if I do not find some time for myself I will eventually blow up. If I can avoid going Mt. Vesuvius on them it is better for everyone.

One of the components of trying to gain a little perspective is to take a mental inventory of what is bothering me so that I can try and figure out if it is worth the time to work on it or if it is really something that is temporal in nature and will fade away.

Most of the time I really do find out that what bothers me is not real important nor likely to last long, so the real issue is that this is a collection of little things that by themselves have little to no ability to irk me, but collectively are a general pain-in-the-ass.

One of the best things about blogging is the ability to vent and say what I have to say so that I can release the little irritants and allow myself to recover faster than I would have had I just held it all in.

In the end I always come out smiling on the other side because I make that happen. Sometimes I forget that and sometimes I get lost, but one way or another I usually find my way.