Mountains out of molehillsThursday, August 25, 2011
Last night my hypochondria was in full-swing. Clay had to work late, and as he and both unfortunately know, my being home alone is the perfect trigger for irrational thinking. By the time he walked through the front door, I was lying on the couch with an adult beverage in my hand trying my best to calm an impending anxiety attack.
Clay indulged my weirdness for awhile and then delivered some tough love by telling me to stop worrying about any and everything, lest I wanted to make myself sick from manifesting all of this negative energy. He was right. I decided a warm shower sounded lovely and like the perfect way to relax myself.
While showering with the world's greatest teal loofah sponge (Seriously! It's like buffing yourself with cashmere), I had an incredibly sobering thought—what would I ever do if, Lord forbid, I actually did have something to be upset or stressed over? Like something legitimately serious and not one of the silly little ailments I made up for myself when my brain was feeling bored? Close friends and family members who are currently struggling with serious health or personal problems popped into my head ... and I immediately felt embarrassed and ashamed (because of that and, well, I was naked ...). I've been incredibly blessed that most of my "mountains" are actually much more like "molehills".
So, that's a new goal for myself–I am going to stop sweating the small, insignificant stuff (even if I have to force myself to do it). I'll keep saying, "It's no big deal" over and over to myself until I'm blue in the face or have no choice but to believe it! If you know me personally, then you know this quite a lofty goal. But I am determined. I was almost sick with conviction last night of how selfish and pathetic I can be. Things can always be so much worse than they are. So much worse.
I talk to my mom a lot about, well, everything. And several years ago we were talking about how much I worry about, well, everything and she gave me a neat little trick to help put my mind back where it needs to be: If I am faced with a situation that I am obsessing over or worrying about, I just need to put it on a perspective scale. I will ask myself, what is the absolute worst outcome this situation could possibly have? Then I will ask myself, what is the absolute best outcome this situation could possibly have? Chances are, the actual outcome is going to fall somewhere in the middle of that scale.
She's a wise, wise woman.
Is there anything about yourself that you wish you could change? Are your own mountains actually molehills? I'd love to hear your thoughts.