coping strategies
May. 30th, 2009 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineToday I decided to do three things that I know help me cope with stress: work on a creative project, cook, and change my physical appearance. These are some of the less self-destructive coping mechanisms that I have, so they tend to be better. They also generally let me burn off steam and have something to show for it at the end.
I've been working on the write-up for Certain Death 2009. It's looking pretty good so far, especially given the amount of detail that I decided to put into this one. For those of you who remember the escapade that was Certain Death 2008 (What do you mean "the file with the notes got deleted"?!), this will be a change of pace. It's a different sort of creativity than working in my sewing room, painting, or some other crafty thing and I think I like it. I also talk a lot. Holy crap.
When I saw that the weather forecasters had lied to me and it was nice and sunny out, I made a big jug of sun tea. Then I made key lime bars. Now I'm waiting for my dinner rolls to finish the second rising before baking. I'm going to prep some potatoes for tomorrow, too. My goal is to use up as much of what I have on the shelves as I can before we move. So far, so good.
Those who knew me in college knew that midterms and finals were triggers for me to cut off all my hair and dye it random colors. I still miss the super short black and purple spikes. I figured that something pierced right now would be a bad idea, what with Peanut and all. With the knowledge that hair grows back, I went up to the salon and got half of it cut off. Yes, the bottom half. It's now just above my shoulders and looks tremendously cute. It's still long enough that I can pull it back, but short enough that it doesn't catch under my purse strap, seat belt, or feel like a blanket over my back. I'll go back to the super-long dancer hair eventually, but right now this seems nice.
So I'm coping. It may not be the most graceful cope ever to have stepped out, but it's working for me today.
I've been working on the write-up for Certain Death 2009. It's looking pretty good so far, especially given the amount of detail that I decided to put into this one. For those of you who remember the escapade that was Certain Death 2008 (What do you mean "the file with the notes got deleted"?!), this will be a change of pace. It's a different sort of creativity than working in my sewing room, painting, or some other crafty thing and I think I like it. I also talk a lot. Holy crap.
When I saw that the weather forecasters had lied to me and it was nice and sunny out, I made a big jug of sun tea. Then I made key lime bars. Now I'm waiting for my dinner rolls to finish the second rising before baking. I'm going to prep some potatoes for tomorrow, too. My goal is to use up as much of what I have on the shelves as I can before we move. So far, so good.
Those who knew me in college knew that midterms and finals were triggers for me to cut off all my hair and dye it random colors. I still miss the super short black and purple spikes. I figured that something pierced right now would be a bad idea, what with Peanut and all. With the knowledge that hair grows back, I went up to the salon and got half of it cut off. Yes, the bottom half. It's now just above my shoulders and looks tremendously cute. It's still long enough that I can pull it back, but short enough that it doesn't catch under my purse strap, seat belt, or feel like a blanket over my back. I'll go back to the super-long dancer hair eventually, but right now this seems nice.
So I'm coping. It may not be the most graceful cope ever to have stepped out, but it's working for me today.
