Flavours of stress

She comes home from work a mess of nervous. Four meetings tomorrow and deadlines lined up like bowling pins have her in a continual state of fight of flight. She bounces between the two with barely a pause. She reminisces about her days of unemployment and the stress free days of sitting around the house. In those days she wanted to work so bad that she would stay up at nights writing and re-writing her resume and cover letter. She was falling behind her classmates from university with every passing day. What would they say about her now? She reminisced about her university days when she didn't worry about the future and all she thought about was her cute boyfriend and the weekend ahead. Of course deadlines of a different sort plagued her days then. Assignments and petty arguments drove her to drink on the weekends. And when she would lie in bed hungover she would reminisce about her days in high school when her only worry was the cute boy in her class and whether her father would embarrass her when he picked her up. Maybe the future would be better, be stress free. Retirement is where it's at she decides and lies in bed thinking about the stress free days of senility.