How To Cope When Life Comes At You

My friend, Hattie, corrected me once when I complained about being stressed out from over-extending myself. “Darling,” she gently scolded, “don’t say that. It’s negative. Just admit that life is coming at you.”


Such was this past week. I witnessed things as never before professionally. Many of its events were historically unprecedented. I sat at my kitchen table early Saturday morning with a piping hot cup of joe, staring into space, needing the time to just sit and sip in silence. It was my simple kitchen table that served as the shock absorber on life’s past five bumpy days.


We all need coping mechanisms for when life comes at us. Be it a health scare or a horrifying diagnosis, loss of job or loss of spouse, wayward child or ailing elderly parent, when life comes at us hard, we need to sort things out. My strategies:


Crack of dawn exercise. My morning swims keep me sane. Long and private, wonderfully monotonous in the repetitive motions of a swimmer’s stroke, they free my mind to focus on the task or problem at hand. I solve most of life’s urgent dilemmas in the pool. Most of my articles and books are composed while swimming, sorting it all out in the water, and simply putting my thoughts down on my laptop later.


Protein at breakfast. Two hard-boiled eggs are one of life’s simplest remedies. With a little salt and pepper. Get that protein in and get it now. You can nosh on emergency dark chocolate a couple hours later.


Water and coffee by day. Drink organic. As much as required. With a little real cream. No sugar. No chemicals. No diet sodas. No sodas at all. Just the real stuff. (It puts hair on your chest.)


Radio during your commute. And by day. No TV. (Save that for just before bedtime.) And no fluff. (Just give us the facts please.)


Wear high heels and your favorite clothing. You’ll walk taller. And feel better.


Get mani-pedi’s in advance of tough weeks. In happy colors. Bright pink usually does the trick.


Deal with your hair . Add more highlights. (Don’t ask me why. Platinum just works.)


Walk the stairs or around the block. Running up a couple flights instead of taking the elevator will give you the mid-day rush of oxygen that your brain needs as well as five minutes of thinking time.
Keep a cool head. Realizing that you can only do your very best will be a huge step towards framing your anxiety. You can’t control the world; it’s going to spin well beyond your grasp. You can only control how you respond to events. Calm, cool and collected are usually the passwords here.


Employ a diligent work ethic. Time spent at the water cooler is time spent away from the task at hand. Plan your work and (faithfully, cheerfully) work your plan.


Maintain your calendar. Keep your appointments, dropping only the optional ones and keeping all of the others. The world will still spin on its axis. People need to see you. And you them.


Get some sleep. Even when I wake up in the middle of the night, tempted to check email and turn on the news, I force myself back to sleep, knowing that I need physical fortification.


Pray. And allow others to pray for you. As they say, there are no atheists in foxholes. One of my clients told me she wakes up at three every morning and prays for me; another prayed with me on the phone on Friday, when life came at me especially hard.


Take the weekends off. Do all the stuff that keeps your household running smoothly. Like laundry. I visited the shoe cobbler with a couple pair of shoes needing attention; the flooring contractor to return unused wood; the grocer to stock up both pantry and fridge. As much as my brain told me to haul my body up to my study to immerse myself in my newest book project, my mind hadn’t yet caught up with last week. I needed quiet time. And I allowed the drive time running errands to be just that. No radio. No ipod. Just me and my mind and the gorgeous Connecticut countryside. Time to reflect on the fragility of life.


Go solo when need be. Stay in. I skipped a concert I was supposed to go to Saturday night. Couldn’t quite deal with people or crowds. Cooked dinner for me and my hubby and loved cocooning inside my own home. Phoned our sons who are away in college and enjoyed more than ever hearing their voices.


I enjoyed my family and my church today. I taught my three year-olds in cherub choir. Watched my son play football. Spent some time in the fresh air.


Shakespeare said that life holds more tragedy than comedy. Whether or not that’s true, we’ll never know. But we know for certain that life holds both. And requires, from each of us, mechanisms for coping when life comes at us.


As you witnessed history this past week when life came at you to one degree or another, I hope you dealt with it graciously. And I pray you will stay connected and will share its lessons with those whom you most love.


Blessings,

Carolina