I like that phrase, “no worries.”
I’ve heard and read that several times, recently. I’ve started saying it, too.
I believe that worry does not help us.
It does not spur us to action.
It does not solve problems.
It’s the mental equivalent of this:
Last night, at dinner, I said to my boyfriend Michael, “I have a lot of things coming up SOON that tend to make me anxious: a presentation at work, the beginning of a new school year, blah blah blah.*
“I would like to make this commitment to you. And to all these other witnesses.” (I gestured to the soy sauce and the other inhabitants of the dinner table.)
“I want to Not Feel Anxious for the next 10 days.”
Michael asked me how I was going to do that. I said, “I don’t know. Just NOT do it. Notice it and put it aside. Say to myself, ‘Sorry! That’s not allowed!'”
Michael and I talked about I’ve used this assignment at work: “Scheduling worry.” That is, I tell people to schedule a time, each week, for worrying (Thursday at 6 PM, say). Then, when worry comes up during other times, they say to themselves, “Nope! This isn’t the time for that. I’ve got that scheduled for Thursday, at 6 PM.” (Then, when Thursday at 6 comes along, the assignment is to “worry as hard as you possibly can.”)
However, I don’t want to schedule worry.
I just want a break for 10 days.
Michael said he would like to join me in this. (The soy sauce was noncommittal.)
Would you like to join me, too?
Thanks to small animals who are doing their best to get somewhere, condiments everywhere, worriers, warriors, and to you, too, for reading today.
*I actually said, “blah blah blah.” I like that phrase, too.