Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streetsIt’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people – people on streetsChippin’ around, kick my brains ’round the floor
These are the days – it never rains but it pours
People on streets – people on streetsIt’s the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming, “Let me out!”
Tomorrow gets me higher, higher, higher…
Pressure on people – people on streetsTurned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don’t work
Keep coming up with love but it’s so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?LoveInsanity laughs under pressure we’re cracking
Can’t we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can’t we give love that one more chance?
Why can’t we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love, give love?..’Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

***This song sums up the mental breakdown that resulted in my resignation from working at the nursing home.  After working at the same facility for 9 years, I just loved the residents too much, and have this idea of how the quality of life for the residents is supposed to be like, and just getting beyond frustrated pouring myself into this work, and feeling like i get no return help.  But they’re doing fine doing things the way that everyone’s doing them…It was just me with the problem of things not going the same way they were before… but things never are truely the same way as they were before, nothing’s the same as it was yesterday, there are always different staff thrown into the mix, different behaviors, different moods of the family members, different residents on the Special Care Unit- DIFFERENT SITUATIONS that have been replayed over and over in my head until theres no room for anything else…   These types of things are what put me UNDER PRESSURE and make me feel like I should have a bed on the second floor.

Breathe in , breathe out.  But wait, I resigned right? So why am I still thinking about this? Why do I think about the residents past and present still?  Oh yeah, because I worked there for 9 years, and have cared and loved everyone.

It’s relaxation time- to get myself occupied in my own interests, what I like to do.  And just because I no longer attend an organized yoga class with other people, that doesn’t mean that I should just forget all of the yoga teachings, meditations and clarity of mind that yoga provides.   It is easier for me to practice in my own house anyway, taking it at my own pace, not to feel embarrassed when I fall out of poses due to my lack of balance- and enjoy the quieting of my own mind.  That’s the whole point of yoga, to provide balance- and not just the physical kind, balance between the mind body and soul.  Connecting with God and feeling at peace in the world, giving your soul true peace.  TRUE PEACE, not thinking about pressure (sorry David Bowie) but in peacefulness is where my heart should lie.