If there’s any character the most outwardly like me, it’s probably Kali. At the very least, she got the majority of my faults. Stubborn, practical to the point of impracticality, and a catastrophizer. I fret about things. A lot. And I don’t just worry that something bad might happen. I worry that the worst possible thing ever will happen. A minor embarrassment is clear to set of a cataclysmic chain of events that will result in the utter destruction of my relationships, my career, my hopes and dreams. You know. The little things. 🙂
Poor Cory. He’s put up with this constant fretting for the…geez, seven years (?) we’ve been together? I asked him the other day if I’d gotten any better. He said “Yes and no. You still worry the same amount. The difference is that now you mostly worry about the things that matter, instead of all the little things that don’t. Now I just wish you’d learn to only worry about the things you can change.”
In an odd way, I wonder if that is what growing up is about. Learning that the little things just aren’t worth worrying over, acknowledging that some things are worth paying attention to, and accepting that the things that are impossible to change aren’t worth the time and energy to nail-bite about. I certainly would have a lot more energy to spend on the things I could change that way! And probably sleep better too. 🙂
How would your life change if you were free of worry?