We all worry, but I believe I worry enough for a small lesser economically developed country. I'm working myself up from an LEDC to an MEDC in fact. However, as I grow older (and older and older) I am starting to realise that worrying really isn't something I should be spending so much of my time doing.
I worry if I'm going to be too early, or too late. I worry that I've left my straighteners on; even though I have never done this before and even if I did... they can turn themselves off. I worry that people around me are having a good time and when they appear to be enjoying themselves I worry that I'm not having as much fun as they are and that there must be something wrong with me. I worry, about worrying.
If you're reading this - hello - I have finally let this little blog known to other human beings. I worried for quite a while about the way the blog looked, how people would react to it, would they think I was a weirdo for writing about nothing and expecting people to potentially maybe take something from it?
When I posted the link last week on my Facebook page (to a bunch of people that I haven't spoken IRL to for years/colleagues/best friends/and those I just keep for stalking purposes - you know you all have them) it was quite a relief to finally hit 'send' on the post and see that I wasn't drowned in negativity. My 'friends' were lovely, encouraging and intrigued - which was very gratefully received from my end. I'm sure there were those who rolled their eyes, oh here we go another "blogger" in the making let me click on the link so I can have a laugh at some bad grammar and cringey 'OOTD' posts - but that's okay with me.
So, here's a post for me to look back on when I find myself drowning in a pool of classic worry wart. Start using your brain for something a little more productive and remember that there are others out there just like you. Getting things in perspective is so important and already this week I am learning about the beauty of just going for it and throwing yourself into something - that's usually when magic things happen. Contemplating, ooming and ahhing, writing a pros and cons list - it just extends the process of making a decision, usually for no good reason at all. So my advice to myself is to take the plunge - and if you really have to, worry it about it later.
I worry if I'm going to be too early, or too late. I worry that I've left my straighteners on; even though I have never done this before and even if I did... they can turn themselves off. I worry that people around me are having a good time and when they appear to be enjoying themselves I worry that I'm not having as much fun as they are and that there must be something wrong with me. I worry, about worrying.
If you're reading this - hello - I have finally let this little blog known to other human beings. I worried for quite a while about the way the blog looked, how people would react to it, would they think I was a weirdo for writing about nothing and expecting people to potentially maybe take something from it?
When I posted the link last week on my Facebook page (to a bunch of people that I haven't spoken IRL to for years/colleagues/best friends/and those I just keep for stalking purposes - you know you all have them) it was quite a relief to finally hit 'send' on the post and see that I wasn't drowned in negativity. My 'friends' were lovely, encouraging and intrigued - which was very gratefully received from my end. I'm sure there were those who rolled their eyes, oh here we go another "blogger" in the making let me click on the link so I can have a laugh at some bad grammar and cringey 'OOTD' posts - but that's okay with me.
So, here's a post for me to look back on when I find myself drowning in a pool of classic worry wart. Start using your brain for something a little more productive and remember that there are others out there just like you. Getting things in perspective is so important and already this week I am learning about the beauty of just going for it and throwing yourself into something - that's usually when magic things happen. Contemplating, ooming and ahhing, writing a pros and cons list - it just extends the process of making a decision, usually for no good reason at all. So my advice to myself is to take the plunge - and if you really have to, worry it about it later.
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