On Friday night, David and I were talking over pizza…it’s our standing date.
He was telling me all the things he was worried about. It was a long list.
For one thing, he was worried about all our kids for different reasons. He started listing them. He was worried about work. There was another long list of anxieties and stresses.
“Huh,” I thought, “That’s interesting, because I’m not worried at all."
That’s when I realized that I’m not worried about anything. Worry pretends to be necessary and effective, but it is neither. It has never once prevented something bad from happening and it has never once improved the future in any way. All it has ever done is rob me of my present joys. Worry is just a thought that I no longer choose to think.
It wasn’t always like this. I used to be a world-class worrier. I used to wake up at night to do it.
But I have learned that worry is only the great pretender. And I don't ever have to indulge in it if I don't want to. It's only a thought and it's always optional. For the record, I have opted out.
And you know what? I don't miss it at all!