How to Make Worry Your New Best Friend

This morning I woke up worrying. It didn't start out that way. I opened my eyes to bright sunlight and smiled as I felt the warmth of Michael's body next to mine and the familiar weight of Poupon cuddled on top of my feet.   

My moment of bliss went to hell in a handbasket though, the moment my mind joined the party and created a racket! 

I only have 17 days left to shop for Christmas. 

I still haven't shipped the gifts piled up in the pantry. 

It's too cold out to take them to the UPS store.  

I hope Michael doesn't freeze to death at the football game today.  

How do those guys play ball in thirty-degree weather anyway?  Don't their hands go numb? 

My hands hurt. 

What if the arthritis is getting worse from all the typing I've been doing? 

It's probably my diet. 

I need to drink more green juice. 

And swear off dairy and wheat and anything white forever and ever. 

Oh, and I have to give up chocolate. 

But I still have more typing to do to get through all the email sitting in my inbox. 

I've been lazy about responding to email.  

Because I'm such a procrastinator. 

What if people think I don't care about them? 

Crap, they probably already think that. 

I bet my friend Marie hates me because I haven't gotten back to her about dinner. 

Speaking of dinner, what the heck am I going to do with all the food in the fridge left over from the holiday party last night? 

Ok, ok, I said to my mind in a firm, parental tone. Knock it off! I rolled over, cuddled closer to Michael, and wiggled my toes to include Poupon in the love. Then I closed my eyes and remembered...

I forgot to remember that worry is my prompt. It's a signal. A request for my presence. A reminder to come home to where sanity lives. I breathed in slowly and repeated my mantra: 

This present moment is peaceful.
This present moment is powerful.
This present moment is all there is. 

And when that doesn't work, I just remind myself that any day now I could die and none of these thoughts will matter. At all. Morbid, I know. But it works. There's nothing more important than being fully alive in this moment. A good thing to remember, especially over the next month when too many of us make worrying a full-time job ... 

This beautiful video from Audrey will make you feel good. Really good. Watch it here.

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Cheryl Richardson

Cheryl Richardson is the author of The New York Times bestselling books, Take Time for Your Life, Life Makeovers, Stand Up for Your Life, The Unmistakable Touch of Grace and her new book The Art of Extreme Self Care. She was the first president of the International Coach Federation and holds one of their first Master Certified Coach credentials.

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