Worst Case Scenario: Nothing

I watched myself getting caught up with week in a lot of pointless mind drama.

Example: My dress didn’t arrive on time for my photoshoot.

I’m horribly embarrassed at how much worry this caused me. It’s a dress. For a photoshoot. Boohoo.

No one is going to die.

But my brain acted like someone might.

Because it was the worst thing happening at the time.

And I couldn’t grasp perspective in the moment.

It was only after my semi-meltdown that it occurred to me that when I zoom out from my unbelievably small existence across infinite space and time, that the worst case scenario is nothing.

The hardest thing isn’t realising that there is no worst case scenario for 99.9% of the things I worry about.

It’s staying in that “Don’t worry, be happy” energy.

I’m working on it.