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The Stress Doc Letter
Cybernotes from the Online Psychohumorist (tm)

December 1998, No. 1

Dear Readers. By popular demand, here is your gumbo of the sublime, the spicy and the ridiculous: a tasty mix of my writings along with humor jokes, lists and other sparkling entities that have descended from cyberspace. For more articles on a variety of psychology topics, try these links: www.stressdoc.com or on AOL -- <A HREF="www.stressdoc.com">STRESSDOC HOMEPAGE </A> or Keyword: Stress Doc, <A HREF="aol://4344:972.doc.1264535.556723207"> The Stress Doc @ Online Psych</A> . And here's an AOL link with with series of articles on downsizing, layoffs and career transition, <A HREF="aol://4344:972.docwork.1255066.562088752">The Stress Doc Interview @ Online Psych</A> .

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With our East Coast heat wave, the upcoming holiday season seems like a hallucination. If it weren't for all the AOL and media reminders of holiday shopping, I'd say Mother Nature was playing a weird joke. But when the media starts calling for ideas on holiday stress or how to best use your time over the holidays...well, who can fight it.

The Stress Doc makes a key existential distinction between holiday blues and holiday stress and provides clever strategies and verse for tackling "The Four 'F's of Holiday Friction: Fantasies, Family, Food and Finances."

Holiday Stress: Fact or Friction

While many associate the holidays with Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol, and its theme of gaining and sharing the holiday spirit, the opening lines from A Tale of Two Cities may have even more relevance:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times It was the season of light; it was the season of darkness... It was the spring of hope; it was the winter of despair.

Like Dickens, I too have tried to capture the complexity of the holidays; if not through a great novel, then with my one classic holiday joke. I realized with all this talk of pressure during the holidays, I needed to distinguish between "Holiday Blues" and "Holiday Stress." Now holiday blues is the feeling of loss or sadness that you have over the holidays when, for whatever reason, you can't be with those people who have been or are special and significant. And holiday stress...is when you have to be with some of those people!

Now here's some lighthearted, seasonal verse I wrote years ago for my radio feature, "Stress Brake." It's called "Cruisin for a Bluesin":

The holidays may bring you down And you just sing the blues. To turn those soured tones around Just play these "don'ts" and "dos."

When you're cruisin on the town Don't charge away the blues. If you card the credit crown Your spouse may blow a fuse.

For fussy dad the streets you'll pound To find the perfect muse. He might as well be tied...and bound He'll never change his views.

If you're alone, don't be house bound Or cuddle up to booze. Go ahead. Drown a frown with tears And folks who can amuse.

Why not try that choral sound Spread some joyous news. For when the voices do resound Then notes you can abuse.

This year don't play the tragic clown Be bold in how you choose. You too can prance above the ground Put on those dancing shoes.

So now we've come full circle round More lines I must refuse. Just know when love and friends abound The blues have many hues.

(c) Shrink Rap Productions 1997

Despite this good advice, we know that when you are with some of those people (or if they are just in your head), real sparks can fly. Here are "The Four 'F's of Holiday Friction: Fantasies, Family, Food and Finances."

1. Fantasies. First, the idyllic image of the holidays portrayed by the media seems so out of touch with reality, it's enough to make you overload on eggnog (with or without the alcohol).

Another pressure is the internalized memories we carry around. I recall my friend Linda, a single parent at the time, berating herself because she couldn't keep up with the holidays - the cooking, the shopping, the house decorations, etc. - the way her mother had. Of course, Linda's mom did not work outside the home. I also recall Linda observing that, as a successful professional, she now has the money but lacks the time for the season. Previously, when she wasn't working, she had plenty of time and no money: The "Holiday Catch-22."

And, finally, this season turns most of us into sentimental jelly fish, just waiting to get entangled in the arms of that "true love." Hey, I'm not saying that Mr. or Ms. Holiday Hopeful is as possible or as real as Santa Claus. (My motto: "I no longer count on nor discount any possibility.") Just don't let childhood longings and memories and voices transform you into a frantic, salivating, love-crazed inner child.

The key to managing this friction: gently embrace, don't cling, to magical memories. Discover a blend of magical realism that helps you balance love, work and play in the present.

2. Family. There are so many permutations in families these days, it's got to get a bit confusing. For separated families, a poignant question: which parent (or grandparents) will we be with for Thanksgiving, for Christmas, for New Years? I vividly remember an eight year old's lament: "Why can't we just be one family again?"

Another common family issue is when a holiday gathering turns into a competitive arena for sibling rivalry, along with a desire for long-standing recognition and approval. And if you find in these family therapy sessions, I mean holiday reunions, that you can't resist trying to change the attitude and behavior of the parent (sibling or child) that "makes you crazy," patterns which have resisted influence attempts for decades...maybe there's only one solution. Have you thought about getting far out of town for the holidays?

3. Food. The holidays turn most of us into bingeaholics. Running helter skelter, not stopping for lunch, overdosing on the cookies and chocolate that a colleague has brought to work. And discipline at a party is a contradiction in terms. (Just ask the Republicans.) This caloric chaos is not surprising considering the biggest role model of the holidays looks like he hasn't met a single gram of fat in two hundred years that he doesn't love. Hey, Santa Claus hasn't been doing his Jane Fonda workouts either. But wait...Appoint a designated nagger, who will gently remind you when you are overdoing it. Don't chat hovering around the buffet table. Take reasonable portions and move away. Now replace food with some food for thought.

And face it, no matter what you do, or don't do, you are likely to add some pounds on the holidays. So go to the malls and walk briskly for thirty minutes before you start the shopping splurge. You'll spend less and, probably, will eat less as well.

4. Finances. The holidays heighten our monetary consciousness -- from the end of the year financial and psychological accounting (did we meet our financial/family security and career goals?) to the never-ending list of holiday gifts. And as the great Russian novelist, Doestoyevsky, noted: "Consciousness is depression!"

For the first issue, seek a budget counselor, a CPA, a career counselor or even a mental health specialist. For the last, "just say no" to your child's "toy lust." Give your child choices; explain why there are limits. Try this holiday mantra: "Presence not just presents." This season, invest time, not just money.

For big families, be creative. Divide up the gift list with other relatives. You shouldn't have to buy something for everyone. Making a gift definitely adds a personal touch. And, finally, don't overlook a very important person. Get a special gift for yourself.

So the holidays may be a stressful time; a time of feelings of loss and sadness. But with a little higher power humor it also, can be a source of creative expression and sharing. Here's my gift to you:

Double-Edged Depression

Waves of sadness Raging river of fear Whirlpooling madness Till I disappear Into the depths of primal pain Then again...no pain, no gain.

Depression, depression Is it chemistry or confession? Depression, depression Dark side of perfection!

Climbing icy spires Dancing at the ledge The phoenix only rises On the jagged edge In a world of highs and lows Hey, the cosmos ebbs and flows.

Depression, depression It's electrifried obsession High flying depression Exalted regression?

So I'm pumping iron And Prozac, too What else can A real man do In a life of muted dreams How about a primal SCREAM?

Depression, depression Even inner child rejection Depression, depression Hallelujah for creative expression!

(c) Mark Gorkin 1994 Shrink Rap Productions

Just remember, for the holidays and beyond...Practice Safe Stress!

The Stress Doc Newsletter The Higher Power of Humor Section...

The second section will consist of humor material that filters down from cyberspace. Here's a delightfully poignant counter to my holiday doggerel. A cyber friend, Ghastly B@aol.com, passed along her sister's verse. Thank you TesoTns@aol.com for your heartfelt sharing. And, with a touch consistency, we close with some verse that reminds us that this holiday, like all the others, alas, will become a distant memory.

Seek the higher power of humor...May the Farce Be with You!

Christmas 1998 By Therese Duffy Zembik

The day hems in, so steely-gray, a stark December morn In errant draughts of burning wood or fresh-baked gingerbread These days hold pure enchantment like a fairytale unread Breathe deeply of its essence and absorb what thrills abound A hush of brooding winterscape…a year now nearly gone And all the hopes and dreams it held lie gathered at your feet Like freshly fallen autumn leaves…a dying dream's retreat But every breath of winter's chill holds something new and rare A hint of Christmas wonder woven softly on the air The tang of piney garland or a fire's crackling sound The silver peal of church bells stealing swiftly 'cross the land The softness of your child's grip held safe within your hand The tintinnabulation that spirits Santa's sleigh The joys of secret treasures, bought and wrapped and hid away The twinkling of a mantle or the baubles on your tree The stockings made by mother's hand and hung for all to see The liquid trill of children's laughter spilling down the stair The wistful ache of silken-scented, just-washed downy hair The postman with his packages and letters from afar The cloudless cloak of silent night pierced by the northern star The loved ones who surround you and those flung far and wide For when you stop to know these things, the magic slips inside And wakens up the child who slumbers deep within To conjure up all seasons past and make them live again They're yours forever after…December's gift to you An endless drift of timeless love that stays forever new But like the waning season, these days will soon be past And other days will take their place; life slips away so fast It's not the golden ribbons you hang upon the bough It's what you give of your true self and when and where and how So cherish these scarce moments and share the love you hold For that is truly how the gift of Christmas will unfold

Wishing you the magic of love that is Christmas All the days of your life

With all our love always, Tom, Therese, Josh and Ryan

I Can't Remember From Miss Pastel@aol.com

Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead; though I'm getting more forgetful, and mixed up in the head.

I got used to my arthritis; to my dentures I'm resigned. I can manage my bifocals, but God, I miss my mind.

For sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of stairs, if I must go up for something, or I just came down from there.

And before the fridge so often, my poor mind is filled with doubt; Have I just put food away, or have I come to take some out?

And there's a time when it is dark, with my nightcap on my head, I don't know if I'm retiring or just getting out of bed.

So, if it's my turn to write you, there's no need for getting sore, I may think that I have written you, and don't want to be a bore.

So, remember that I love you, and wish that you were near, But now it's nearly mail time, so must say good-bye, dear.

There I stand beside the mail box, with a face so very red. Instead of mailing you my letter, I've opened it instead!

And, of course...Practice Safe Stress!

Mark Gorkin, "The Stress Doc," Licensed Clinical Social Worker, is a nationally recognized speaker, workshop leader and author on stress, reorganizational change, anger, team building, creativity and humor. He is also the internet's and the nation's leading "Psychohumorist." The Stress Doc is a columnist for the popular cyber-newsletter, Humor From The Edge . Mark is also the "Online Psychohumorist" for the major AOL mental health resource network, Online Psych and Financial Services Journal Online -- http://fsc.fsonline.com/fsj . And he is an offline writer for two mental health/substance abuse publications -- Treatment Today and Paradigm Magazine. His motto: Have Stress? Will Travel: A Smart Mouth for Hire! Reach "The Doc" at (202) 232-8662, email: Stress Doc@aol.com, or check out his "Hot Site" website: http://www.stressdoc.com . (The site was selected as a USA Today Online "Hot Site" and designated a four-star, top-rated site by Mental Health Net.)

(c) Mark Gorkin 1998 Shrink Rap Productions