I worry a lot.
It’s as though my brain is permanently hungry and its nourishment is a meaty, complex dilemma. It loves to chew on worry, savoring a quandary for as long as possible, sucking every last morsel off the bone of ‘What if something goes wrong?’ Nom, nom, nom.
But worry is pointless.
Having a plan is smart, but worrying is useless negative static. When you drift off into a state of worry, you’re residing in either the past or the future, which means you’re missing out on enjoying a perfectly happy place called The Present Moment. Plus, if you let worry in all the time, it’ll take up residence between your eyebrows until you have a furrow so deeply etched that you could post letters in it:
Thanks for making me look old and bitter. Yes, I’m being sarcastic.
An easy solution …
Allow me to introduce you to Worried Guy:
Rosalie Gale rescued this enormous painting from the trash in Seattle, Washington. She is the proprietrix of bARTerSauce.com, a website through which she trades unusual objects. In her account of finding Worried Guy, she writes, “… It was huge … and scary. He has metal wire hair and fingernails and staple eyebrows … I decided that since the guy looks so worried, I would write down all the stuff that I worry about all the time and stick them to his wire hair. Then I’d just let him worry about them.”
Among the worries she let him assume were:
“Large bodies of water”
“Having too much stuff ”
“Staying home from work”
Here’s what I’d like to offload onto Worried Guy.
“Am I on track in my life?”
“What if I get bad reviews for my book?”
“What if somebody steals my Macbook?”
“What if my Macbook spontaneously combusts?”
“Do I have an unhealthy relationship with my Macbook?”
“Who cares about my freakin’ Macbook, global warming is going to kill us all!”
But from now on … I’m just going to let HIM worry about all that stuff for me.
What would you like to stick in the hair of Worried Guy?
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