|Cat versions of Guatemalan worry dolls.|
Over time I have become more skilled at eluding its grasp. I am much less inclined to put energy into frightening myself than I once was; the only payoff is anxiety which becomes sleeplessness, palpitations, dread, discouragement, defeat. The wearing of tin foil hats makes a lot of sense, if it stops even one negative thought from forming.
Worry has not swallowed me whole, yet, today and likely will not. But, quoting Princess Leia, it's "...foul stench" is enough to set off the alarms. It is a task to combine vigilance with the ideal lazy, punting-on-the Thames existence. The trick is always to know just where you are - and where you are not. If whatever you hear shrieking that its hair is on fire is not actually in the room, it is worry. Let it go. I will try to do the same.