WORRY

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BREE

WORRY

I like Telly Monster from Sesame Street. If you’re not familiar with him, he

’s a purple monster who worries about everything to extremes.

If he is making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and he’s out of jelly, he

worries that the peanut butter will glue his jaws shut. Then he won’t be

able to ask for milk to wash it down. He won’t be able to speak to anyone

ever again. Then what happens if he meets the Queen and she wants to talk to

him? He won’t be able to reply, and she’ll think he’s being rude. And then

he’ll be beheaded. All because there’s no jelly.

As silly as this seems, I am quite capable of doing the same thing. I call

it “exploring the possibilities†or “considering the consequencesâ€, but

often it’s just a glorified name for paranoid worrying. There’s a fine line

between planning for the unexpected events of the future and letting your

fears run away with you.  Or sometimes it’s just a little unimportant thing

that gets under my skin, and it occupies my thoughts as if it is a matter of

life and death.

It’s hard to tell that I’m getting carried away with myself at times, but

when I do, I have fun with it. I get in touch with my inner Telly, and I

worry with gay abandon. I mean, I really go overboard. I go for the most

ludicrous extremes possible.

What if my investments lose half of their value? (Never mind that there

might be no indications that this is likely to happen.) Well, then I’ll lose

the house, and I’ll have no place to put all my stuff. I’ll have to give

away my old teddy bear along with everything else. Then whoever gets my bear

will discover that it’s a collectible, and will sell it for twenty million

dollars. And I’ll be living in a cardboard box outside a donut shop, and he’

ll be in a mansion….

Or take this one… I gained a pound? Tragedy! I won’t be able to fit through

the door without turning sideways. Then I’ll get in the car, and I’ll cause

all four tires to pop simultaneously. I’ll have to take the bus, and then I’

ll probably be asked to pay for two seats since I’m now sooooo wide. The bus

will lilt to one side, and if it has to turn a sharp corner too quickly, it

will turn over and probably slide right into the side of a building…

After a few minutes of listening to my inner Telly, something inside of me

just clicks, and I realize how very silly I’m being. It then becomes a whole

lot easier to put things into perspective.

The next time your mind starts imagining the worst, consider trying the

Telly Solution. Wisdom from the Tao of Sesame Street... what a thing….

Peace and Love,

Kami

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