I sigh. A lot. Apparently I do it so often that I don’t even realize it.A number of years back, I was hanging out with someone who had obviously had enough of it, because one evening while we were driving somewhere, he snapped at me and asked, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you always doing that?” Sheesh. Chill, man. I mean, let’s be honest: there are a lot of things wrong with me. But after that line of questioning, my problem at that very moment was him. Kidding. OK, not really. Anywho, there are sighs, and then there are siiiiighs. The latter refers to the ones that bubble up from inside of you from way, way down low. If I don’t let them out, I feel as though a kink in my neck or a leg cramp may take over. The chest pains might even start, and if there’s no sigh in my immediate future, don’t blame me if my head starts spinning. When the relief valve — my RV — needs to do its thing, it just needs to do its thing. Yes, I go RV-ing daily. Sometimes I don’t know I do, and I can only hope — for as often as I have been told that I do it — that others don’t notice, either.
But even if they do notice, the important thing is that all is well with the world once I humor the RV. My sighs are on par with the feeling I get from a great glass of wine, a few hours of uninterrupted gardening, a productive session of music composition or a delicious feast from Del Taco. Tonight I am thankful for my relief valve and the balance it brings, and for the clearly patient people around me who let my RV take a spin whenever it needs to. Here’s to always taking time to de-stress, no matter what your style.