I’m a busy guy and it stresses me out a bit. I run a business and own half of another one. I have two kids – 12^th grade and off to college next year, and one in her second year at the university, I have a large house (2,500 square feet) with a detached garage with a second-floor office space, about an acre of land to take care of, family, friends and all the rest. Many of you can see yourself in much of that. It’s life and it’s freaking busy. 

But I have friends that have pretty much none of that and yet they are equally stressed and complain of being way too busy, and I have one friend who doesn’t work but has a few hobbies and watches a lot of TV, and he’s the most stressed of all. It’s like whatever life we lead, we will be stressed. Maybe not when we’re old and have enough of a nest egg to live comfortably. But that was my parents, and my dad would absolutely stress out if I hadn’t taken the dock in at the cabin in mid-September before the lake froze (in late November).

I suppose we’ve evolved to need stress. Our bodies know it’s important to survive in the world – some sort of stress response. We need to run from lions, you know?