For me, going to the gym is therapeutic. It doesn’t matter what kind of day I have; the gym is always there for me to vent and let it all out. I work out about 5-6 times a week (I would go 7 days a week, but I must force myself, for my body’s sake, to take a rest day). Some days I need to get out of my head and stop worrying about things. There are also days I am mad, angry, even hulk-like. Then, there are days when I’m on an emotional roller coaster holding back tears or fighting the urge to scream and yell. Then again, I also have days when I’m feeling like a certified bad ass *insert Wonder Woman* and feel there isn’t anything stopping me. It doesn’t matter which kind of day I have, being in the gym is my happy place.
I put my ear buds in, crank up my workout playlist on my iPhone, and let it all out.
I go at it hard (minus the grunting and clanging of weights – I don’t want Planet Fitness to sound the ‘Lunk’ alarm on me) and forget my troubles. It works. Every. Damn. Time. The best part is, I don’t have to be social. I go to the gym to workout; Not to make friends or socialize. In fact, when people try and talk to me at the gym, it annoys me. This is MY time. I don’t get much of it, so leave me alone – Please and Thank You.
The gym isn’t my only means of letting out stress. Sitting in my backyard watching my backyard flock of chickens is my version of meditation. It is nearly impossible to get mad or upset while watching 18 chickens with 18 different personalities cluck, peck, and scratch their way around. I could sit there for hours. Sometimes, I sit there imagining what it would be like to be a chicken. I mean, hell, mine are so darn spoiled.
I might be better off as a chicken in my next life. (hee hee)
Meditation works for some people. I have tried it many times: you know, the whole sitting in a quiet place with no distractions, focused on your breathing thing? It does not work for me. It doesn’t feel natural and I just can’t seem to relax my mind. Some people are able to meditate with great ease. I envy them and their ability to recharge in such a peaceful way. But that’s OK. I found what works for me. When I sit and watch my backyard flock, I can relax my mind and enjoy my surroundings. Even, if only for a little while.
*NOTE: I am NOT discouraging people from seeking help. I fully support talking to a counselor or seeking help from a chaplain and/or medical or clinical professional. In fact, I have talked to a professional on more than one occasion since the age of 17. However, I fully support the notion: find what works best for YOU! There is no one-size-fits-all when it comes to taking care of you.