I remember way way back overhearing my grandma call herself a “worry wart” – or maybe someone else said as much. Whatever the case, it was true and it kind of confused me. Until I started noticing my mom doing it too and eesh, why? Why worry when you can be carefree, right?

Except… without reason, without control, without any foresight, it happened to me too. I became my grandma. I mean, she’s a kick *ass lady, so it’s not entirely a bad thing. But a WORRY WART?! Nooo. 

Despite my efforts, my mind tends to go to the negative what-ifs. I’m gonna chalk it up to an age thing, a getting older and having responsibilities thing, a have so much love to share thing. Quite simply, the older we get, the more we accrue, the more we value, and the more we love, the more we have to lose. And that’s f’ing scary.

BUT it’s something I’ve been working on. When a creepy thought rears its head, I bop it like a whack-a-mole with a positive thought instead. Get outta here, negativity. And in my best Anna Delvey accent, I tell them off right then and there!

Because you know what… what if there is something to the whole it’s rigged in our favor thing? I mean, honestly, hasn’t it kinda been up to now? Would little you be proud of where you are now? Heck, would year-ago-you be proud?

And just think of how wonderfully proud year-from-now-you will be after you keep putting in the work, showing up for yourself, and investing in future you! You got this, babe! (But if you need support, just hit reply, okay?! xo)