I moved Monkey. I moved Monkey because I can. I have a will, and I can just decide to do things.
Recently, I decided not to worry. I'm working on it. It's challenging, because I have highly developed worrying skills. Excuse me. I HAD highly developed worrying skills. One way to exercise will is to put the banished thing firmly in the past.
What good purpose does worrying serve? It doesn't help me get things done better or faster. It doesn't make me a kinder, gentler, cleverer, handsomer person. It does contribute to anxiety, but I don't see that anxiety is all that useful, either.
I'm a little nervous that banishing worry will appear to others as a lack of care or concern. Trust me, I have a deep sense of both. And I must learn to express them in ways other than worrying. In fact, I think I'm pretty good with this bit. Correct me if you know me and disagree, but I don't believe that I express much worry in public. And I'm pretty certain that I express enough passion and enthusiasm to demonstrate care and concern.
It's the waking up in the wee hours of the morning that I want to stop, in particular. That worry-in-sleep can't possibly be helpful.
And worry just isn't productive. I don't want to waste one jot of energy on non-productive worrying. I'd rather just DO something.
And I believe that I can end worry with an act of will. Just like deciding to give Monkey a change of scenery. Monkey was just sitting on the little brown settee. Not any more. With my personal powers of ambulation and my grasping, opposable thumbs, I walked over and grabbed Monkey (gently, gently). And brought him back to sit on my desk.
I decided to do it, and I did it. Willpower! Monkey is moved. And worry will be banished.
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