There's a Venn diagram I think about—wondering at its overlap: the things I care about and the things I'm anxious about.
I imagine that tidier minds than mine have less a Venn diagram going on with these two categories, and more of a concentric one. I am only anxious about things I care about.
(Or even—imagine two circles perfectly sized to one another—I am not anxious about anything that I don't care about.)
It's not so for me. To say this more bluntly, there are plenty of dumb things that I'm anxious about.
This blog, for instance.
It's embarrassing—how much anxiety this hood has given me over the past year. Embarrassing, because everything about it is self-imposed!
One of my personal goals this year was to pay more attention to the people in my life. I've done…OK. I could do better—a lot better.
It strikes me that I haven't had nearly enough anxiety about this goal…compared with this blog.
There's a safety in self-imposed goals—failure (or completion!) have, at worst and best, glancing side effects on the people in my life.
Let's hope I can worry better next year.
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