I took another road trip a few weeks ago and drove to Iowa and back, with a stop in Indiana during each leg, to and from. Other than dealing with traffic, the stress factor was pretty light. Even when the "check engine" light went on, I wasn't worried because the Jeep didn't smell funny, the temp gauge stayed below midway, and nothing else indicated imminent danger. When I got home, I had it checked out--stuck thermostat--and repaired. Even the cost didn't cause me any heart blips--I had the money saved up and was able to pay for it.
Did you know, though, that having nothing to do will cause you to stress? I mean, for the next six weeks, I have, pretty much, no demands on my time. I have nowhere that I *have* to be--yes, I'm scheduled every Sunday at the part-time but I *want* to be there. I also have a few appointments here and there but I have no full-time demand on my time until school starts near the end of August.
I know many people would consider this heaven; but, really, it's not. At least not right now. Because I'm in-between terms, and still have four of those left, I'm not choosing to move just yet which means that I'm not truly able to pursue, fully, what I'd like to pursue. I feel a bit unfocused. It's not a fun feeling. I don't really recommend it. I actually have to think of reasons to get out of bed. Not because I'm experiencing agoraphobia or anything but because, most days, I have nothing planned, nowhere to be, little to do.
So, my focus is: To find my focus for the next six weeks.
To the gohonzon, I go!