December 12, 2020
Dear worried one. Fret less. Imagine your mind as a movie camera. Rewind. Everything you fretted about ended up as a memory or a moment. Right? Now, do the math. Calculate the fret time in months, days, hours and minutes that your mind imagined horrific scenarios. Even the most horrific stuff healed a bit. Whatever you deemed as horrific wasn’t so horrific. Right? Sweet worrier, of course you get to fret and chew on matters of the heart, but take smaller bites. Nibble. Shrug. Lose it. C'est la vie it. Netflix it. Journal it. Stop it. Okay? Love, you.