Showing posts with label Worry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Worry. Show all posts

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Nothing's Easy (But is it Worth it?)

Ok, so if you're like me, you're someone in your mid twenties to early thirties who realizes that your dreams may not fit that standard mold of success. You don't want to be a doctor or lawyer, but you still want your life's meaning to help change the world. 

It's getting started that's the tricky part. 

Or perhaps you've already started but you feel stuck in an endless cycle of projects that don't seem to be taking you as close to your goals as you may want. 

And then there are your circle of friends, whose successes leave you feeling proud and envious at the same time. Meanwhile you can count your accomplishments on one hand. 

Or perhaps one finger. 

So you're discouraged. Your friends have all taken a different path and many of them has found success and you don't feel you can talk to them about the road you chose to go down because, how could they possibly understand? You desire a role model, a successful face that has been where you are before but has somehow made themselves into something much greater. You desire some clear cut instruction manual telling you that feelings of uncertainty and panic when chasing your dreams are normal. You desire some kind of validation. Because right now, at this particular moment, you don't know if continuing on is worth it. 

But the world is ominously silent. 

I think this is the part where people tend to give up; when they're casting their fears to the universe, pleading for a sign but getting only silence in return. The hopelessness, the loneliness can be overwhelming. But you're reading the signs wrong. 

"I shall assume that your silence gives consent" is what the famous philosopher Plato once said. He couldn't be more right. Sometimes silence is the world acknowledging that you're doing it right. You don't need fireworks and marching bands to tell you that your path is a worthy one. You only need to feel the surety in your heart to know that this is what you were meant to do. This is what you were meant to be. 

Now here's the hard part. Being consistent. Waking up every morning still living in your parent's house or that tiny little apartment on crappy avenue and motivating yourself to take that one step today that will bring you closer to your life's dream. Juggling work and school or stresses from your home and personal life to sit down at 2am in the morning to work on your passion. Brushing aside the worried proclamations of friends and family who wish you had chosen a more...lucrative/safe path to continue to follow your dream. It will not be easy. But whenever you feel like giving up and your prayers are going unanswered remember Plato's quote. Close your eyes and ask the question inwardly, "is this worth it?" And be amazed at how your heart responds. There lies the truth. 

Friday, April 23, 2010

The Weekend (Thoughts)

This morning..I woke up with thoughts clawing frantically towards the weekend. I know that this will not be an easy weekend for me. It almost promises that. So as always, I'm worrying about it before it even begins. On the drive to work I felt my thoughts cover their cold hands around my throat. I could barely breathe.

It's only two days
It's only two days..

I was looking to the sky again and trying to let it's openness find something within me to release. I thought, Look at the sky Lorna, so vast and beautiful, always covering you, always protecting you. What do you have to worry about while under it?

And I did look up and I did see just how calming and soft and serene it looked to me. And I could feel my heart slow its beat and my breathing come back to normal. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or the day after, or even the day after that..but I know that right now, I'm here under the sky. And I'm alive.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Overthinker.

I'm thinking that maybe I think too much.

There's a full fledged conversation started up there before I even part my lips.

Arguments rage up there and I can never counter it.

I'm battling my own self for control of my life,

My sanity.

But really all that ever comes out of me is silence.

I...

Wonder what it will take to win this?

Or...perhaps I'm just thinking too much?

Friday, February 26, 2010

Introduction.

I am a chronic worrier.

I am victim to a mind that refuses to quit. I don't know if it is the thoughts that fuel my mind, or my mind that fuels these thoughts. What I do know, is that  I worry about the things I cannot change, the things I wish I could have changed and those things that have not yet happened. Days are spent playing out a pointless possibility. Life has become a series of scenarios, both factual and hypothetical. One part of me lives in the real world, doing real things, living a real life. Another part of me cannot help but worry about what could happen while I am out living life. Will I trip and embarrass myself? Where will that happen? What will I be wearing? What if I trip in front of many people? Will I ever see those people again? Will they recognize me? And on and on.  I can only watch without pause. I spend so much time thinking, that I barely enjoy the moment. And that is the problem. I want to enjoy the moment. Not think about it two days later and realize how much I could have enjoyed myself. It is like I am living vicariously through the experiences I'm barely aware I had. My worries and anxiety results in restless nights and stressful mornings. It is not acceptable to just accept a life full of the stress my mind continually conjures. So as an act of respite, I have decided that the only way to rid my mind of these anxious and frequently absurd thoughts is to purge them.

That is how this journal came to be.

I needed a way to chronicle these thoughts. I needed something to motivate me to let things go.

Quite often I find myself talking to an empty room, just to release all worry that has built up inside my busy head. Today I choose to write it down. In doing so I hope to reclaim my mind, my sanity, and my life.

It is like I have tunnel vision. All I can do is worry. That is all that falls into my sight. But around me there is so much more. There is life, there is light and I need to take it all in.


These are the words of a chronic worrier, looking to find solace in her own mind.