
She was there waiting for me when I woke up this morning. Sitting on the red suede bench at the foot of my bed, legs crossed, chin propped on her hand, with a smirk on her face and a challenge in her eye, relishing with anticipation the moment I would first notice her.
Grrreat. Hello Anxiety, my stealth houseguest.
She somehow snuck in during the night, casually dropping her baggage in the middle of the floor. It’s all neatly labeled, I can see it from here: Shoulds, Priorities, Other Peoples’ Expectations, Potential Failures, Financial Security, Love. Those are just the big ones. I know there are smaller ones hidden in between.
I pull the covers over my head and consider various options for getting rid of the smug bitch — the usual distractions and avoidances, the go-to strategies that we all have.
But I’m so deeply tired of this. I want to get off the merry-go-round. Please, God, enough already! So I reach for the sharpest weapon I have — Things That Are True. Here's what I know for sure:
That by grace or by grit, I will get through this day.
That I always somehow conquer this, and that in the meantime, fear will not kill me.
That the Universe always has my back.
And that it’s only life, after all. So try, try, try not to take it all so seriously!
That’s my truth. Four truths, actually! Truth is always the best defense against any fraud, and I’ve got at least four truths on my side today.
There are probably more, but four will do for now.