I’m thinking about worrying this morning.
In truth, I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday and it damn near kept me up last night.
Chris and I had a full-on day yesterday as we re-arranged, cleared out and spring-cleaned for about 11 hours. It’s amazing where your mind goes when you’re scrubbing a toilet or pushing a steamer across a floor. Mine went to worry.
For a lot of entrepreneurs that I’ve had the pleasure of associating with, worrying about the business for one reason or another just happens. It’s inevitable that it’ll come up on the regular. Now, I don’t wallow in it nor do I allow it to consume me or stop me from what I’m doing. By the time I crawled into bed last night though, it had begun to get its hooks in me.
So a took a breath and asked: what the ever-lovin’ hell is this about? And exactly how useful is it?
The answer: nothing and nothing. Worry, it turns out, is completely and utterly useless. It has no redeeming qualities that I can find. As a matter of fact, it has exactly the opposite qualities from redeeming. That cracked me up for some reason. I think it was the idea that I’ve spent so much time over the years doing it and it has made zero difference. It just makes me feel sick, afraid and unable to function effectively.
That got me thinking about what it does when I worry about someone else. Woah…this fucked me up a bit.
I think we can all agree at this point that we are all energy, yes? Yes. Good. So with that being the case, and thoughts, emotions, actions and matter having the ability to transfer through an exchange of energy, what has my worrying done for anyone I’ve every worried about? Logic says it’s made them sick, afraid and unable to function effectively. Fuck.
Here’s my commitment to you, my friends: if I feel worry rise in me about you, I will check in and see if there’s something you need from me. I will then take you at your word. What I mean is, if you tell me all is well I will believe you and I will trust that if in fact, you need something from me you’ll ask for it or have a thing you want to say to me you’ll say it.
I love,
Jill