Keep working out and you’ll be able to fight clusters of days — maybe every single weekend. Then every single week. Then collections of weeks.
Maybe when the days get married it won’t be so bad. Tuesdays married to Wednesdays won’t be single anymore. I think Mormons might end up with broader marriage terms.
Puns aside, I hope you find good outlet. I think of stress as squeezing a tube of toothpaste. If the cap is on and the pressure builds, it’s going to come out SOMEWHERE, and not always out the front. Maybe a corner of the back will crack and the toothpaste will squeeze out there. Or somewhere else. I hope you find an outlet.
For contrast, *this* apparently is scientifically the world’s most relaxing song.
that said, I couldn’t last more than a minute. I won’t wanna relax, and I can hear the electronic-ness, which I usually like but I’m not in the mood for. I might have gotten “New Age”‘d out years ago, after a binge of Enya and relateds in the early 90s, although Robert Miles and Enigma still hold a special place for me.