“Under pressure…..pushing down on me…..”
This song by the iconic David Bowie has been ringing in my head for the past few weeks.
I am a definite non-fan of pressure.
Anyone who has come into contact with me will verify my hate of it.
My feelings of resentment start to surface when someone puts me under pressure.
Hard as it is to accept, I decided that I have to give it credit.
I would not know how much I have taken for granted otherwise.
Pressure, as painful as it is, has pushed me forward. It determines my moments of creativity.
It has kept me organized and helped me to get things done.
With that, it is time to recognize this week’s pressurizing times.
I am glad that my husband has put pressure on the both of us to get a new home. Change and stress are always hard to adapt to, but it is about the time we made the change. It has also made us more conscious of our financial positions.
I am grateful that one of my clients has forced me to become more conscious of how I use keywords. It is a tedious process, but the pressure is useful.
My dogs give me eustress. I am under constant pressure to ensure that Misty has medicine to maintain liver health. Her liver caused a seizure some years ago and needs supplements to function.
Pressure pushing down on you can bring out your strength.
Its heat ever scorching
May burn all the fingers that touch