Try Being Real

Dawn’s such a drama queen. She puts on this whole thing of being a sunbeam of love and light, while underhandedly clawing her way up the corporate ladder – albeit that of the spiritual self-help world. Then she’ll turn around and be freaking out about how much pressure she’s under and how bad it is for her health, all while enjoying a three-figure income.

Okay, so maybe I’m being a bit harsh. She did seem pretty sincere last night when she was telling me about all the stress in her life. It’s true that it can’t be easy, juggling a fairly new baby with an unpredictable job that requires her to travel halfway around the world on a monthly basis. That’s not to mention a hubby who purports to be a stay-at-home dad, yet seems to prioritise working on his app startup over taking care of the kid. When I think of it like that, I can see I’m being a tad uncharitable.

What I don’t get is why she has to let the stress build up like this. If she wasn’t so intent on living up to her image as a thought leader in the self-development sector, perhaps she’d be more able to present as her true self – namely, as a fallible, clueless human bean, just like everyone else. Heck, she could totally afford to have personal stress management consultants on her payroll if she wanted to, but that would involve admitting to herself that she’s not immune to everyday stressors.

I guess it might help if I could accept her opening up to me from time to time, but I’m not her therapist. Besides, what she needs is a regular, consistent practice of stress management. Melbourne probably has professionals in this area who are willing to work remotely, in which case she could receive coaching while she’s travelling. Then she wouldn’t come home all depleted and have nothing to talk about other than her latest cortisol spike and impending nervous system collapse.