Common term. Many meanings. Forget tire pressure, forget barometric pressure – forget the noun versions, I’m talking about pressure the verb, the coercive kind. Kind you feel, kind you put on yourself.
Weighs heavy on the mind, on the shoulders.
Something we all feel, but I wonder if we all feel it the same way?
Does this variety of pressure manifest the same way for everyone, does it ferment within?
If it was the whole world would only need one psychologist.
Feeling weight of events, facts and actions of others as pressure, is it the same thing for me as it is for you, do we feel it the same way? I think we have a normal human tendency, when feeling pressured, to feel the pressure is being applied upon us by others. Sometimes it is, but maybe that’s an over-reaction.
Ability of humans to manufacture pressure where none exists is a conundrum from which we might never escape – but maybe we can relieve pressure, deceive pressure or simply forgive pressure.
I prefer to ignore it.
Which is not to say I wipe it from memory. Obligations, tasks and requirements of my life and work are no less real, but if I set aside any need to feel their pressure, then I can see more clearly.
Tomorrow could be a pressure day, or not. Just a choice I make, not in terms of what will happen but in terms of how I react.
Milestone day coming, like watching old car odometers, when mileage would click over from 09999.9 to all zeros.