Anxiety management in a wonky world

How dare anyone put barriers between me and sweating the small stuff.

I intend to continue to start each day by standing naked in front of the mirror
And tweaking my muffin top for signs of overnight growth.

I will remember my grandma whilst I shower
And check my boobs.

I will ‘ping a message’ to a client before breakfast
To show I’m ‘on it’.

I’ll make sure my beloved knows I love him
By making him custard long before supper.

I’ll worry about having used the wrong pronoun
That I’ve only read the first chapter of the next novel for book club,
And that I might have come across as over confident in that Zoom call.

I will gain full mileage out of wondering whose turn it is to host Christmas,
Whether I should start to worry about my lack of creative inspiration,
And I’ll make the intellectual leap to link it to the first signs of ‘you know what’.

Only by committing my full attention
To the ‘small stuff’
Can I stop being paralysed with fear
About the ‘big stuff’ I can’t control.

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