Worry is just our feeble attempt to control the future.
After spending the past two years in between the U.S. and the German-speaking world, I'm starting to think it's more than just the fear-mongering American media that gives undue coverage to toddler-snatching alligators and brain-eating amoeba infested lakes.
I am going to get a tattoo. The following sentence will be tattooed on the delicate skin of my inner left arm: You are always where you are supposed to be.
Every headache is a potential brain tumor and each new freckle might be malignant melanoma -- this is how my brain works. I don't run to the doctor over every ache and bump but I'm quick to climb the crazy tree with my good friend 'what-if.'
Astonishingly, I've managed to convince every guy I've dated in the past two and a half years that I am Cool, Chill Girl. Cool, Chill Girl is a male construct happily scoffed at among female roommates over glasses of wine, but it's a coveted label nonetheless.
It takes effort to push back against the tide of small worries, to-do lists, people to call back, emails piling up as fast as you can delete them. Trying to meditate or to take a few moments out on the porch when full of anxiety can be infuriating. The cart is placed before the horse, and you don't get anywhere at first.
Worry is wasted energy -- energy that can be spent productively living our wonderful lives, not spinning our wheels. The future can be frightening at times. However, when we let go and trust in our limitless abundance and divine path, it's much easier to keep in the sunlight.