I spent the better part of this week worrying and fretting about things that never even happened. I’m good at that. If it was something I could make a career out of I would quite possibly be a millionaire by now.
Let’s turn the tables on the normal thinking around the worrying process, they say 99% of the things you worry about never happen, so what if it keeps bad things from happening. That said, I am forgetting the stress I put myself under, so perhaps rather that it being some kind of talisman, it is simply just irrational .
Abraham Hicks said ‘Worrying is using your imagination to create something you don’t want’. If only when the negative thoughts moved themselves to the forefront of my brain I could instead imagine a world of exploding colours filled with all the things that make me smile.
There was a brief time in the midst of my counselling where I felt peace, not inner peace exactly, but a calmness, where my noisy brain was unusually quiet. I wondered if this was what life was like for normal people, and found myself jealous of their uncomplicated and uncluttered thought processes that were so at odds with my own.
I miss my counselling, it was the kick up the backside I needed that I was unable to give myself. I could go back, but what would be the point, I need to be able to take what I have been given and move forward on my own. I can’t crumble at the first hurdle, only this last two weeks it feels like there have been an awful lot of hurdles.
I have to dust myself off and move on, Rome wasn’t built in a day.