Our fatigue is often caused not by work, but by worry, frustration, and resentment.
- Dale Carnegie
I'm a worrier. Always have been. Suppose it comes with the territory of being a perfectionist. I worry I'll forget the third item on my to-do list. I worry I won't have time to run that errand. I worry that despite my best efforts, the project won't turn out the way I hoped. I worry that I won't accomplish my goals. Why do I worry? Honestly, I don't know.
A deadline has never been missed and I have never failed something I put my mind to. It's not others' expectations I anguish about, it's the expectations I put on myself.
Reflecting on not just the past year, but my whole life, I realize that my every worry and stress has been futile. Life has always worked out one way or another. Every crummy event that has happened opened the doors to 10 favorable ones.
The worrying does come with benefits. It drives me to work hard enough so the consequence I'm concerned about never happens. It allows me to mentally prepare for the worst, which is sometimes inevitable.
My new year's resolution is to drive forward for the best possible outcome instead of running away from the worst. I need to trust that life has a method to the madness, and my microscopic self-doubt won't influence the end result.
Letting myself be free from the burden of worrying will make room for better things - like cuddling with my cats, working on my blog, and studying for the GMAT.
I can't promise myself I won't worry at all, this only creates another rigid expectation. I resolve to worry less and enjoy more. To be happy with what is in front of me instead of anxious about some rare event.
I resolve to let gratitude and love consume my mental capacity in 2016.