A couple months ago I had a ‘friendship ending’ fall out with a friend. In fact, it was my first ever of that kind. My gut was wrenched, my eyes felt like a waterfall and my mind was completely caught up in all things said, unsaid and the hurt. It was never going to be the same, and I knew that at the end of it all…this was a friendship I should no longer carry.
A couple months ago I also asked someone to be my mentor. She is fierce and brilliant and in our short monthly conversations, she speaks truth, care, concern and question into my life.
The timing of having my first fall out and having someone who agreed to listen to me for free, served me well. I would walk in to our lunches and pour my worry as much as my salad dressing. And let’s just say, I think salad accompanies dressing, not the other way around.
Ok, let’s back up- she speaks truth.
Taking significant creative license, let me paraphrase the truth that was spoken over me that has completely re-vamped my little life thoughts on ’worry’
“ It’s okay, throw yourself a pity party. Drop the beat to “Que Sera Sera“. Dance your lead shoes off. Wear a hat, eat ALL THE CAKE. Give yourself the party favour. And then honey, LEAVE”
If it takes an average person seven minutes to fall asleep, Worry does not deserve any more of your time.
Think it over, lift it up, and then put it to bed.
Your metaphorical mental space is high value. It is prime location, by the water, over looking the city type of value. Keep it clean, free of that which seeks to harm you. Paint the door a bright color, keep it open and hang that little sign above the door.
“For me and my house, we will serve the Lord”
Worry has little to no place in our lives, and more importantly…
AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT.
We all wish we had more time. And if time is so precious, we need to use it wisely. And honestly, there are about a million other things that are better than worrying about that which you probably don’t have much control over.
Would you rather spend seven minutes on that which results in nothing or hours on that which results in….nothing?
I try to choose seven minutes. And for the times, I choose hours- I often encounter a friend, a mentor or a sister, who kindly places the party favor in my hand and kicks me out of the party. I am so thankful for people in my life that don’t let me wallow.
For those that let me vent, but not venture into those dark spaces of worry. But keep me in the light of freedom and love.
For those that let me party hard for a bit, but so kindly put me to bed. I find that most often, I am asleep in seven minutes.
Sweet Dreams, friends.
Love,
Great Ria! The pity party is no fun so keep it short! What great advice. I’m also with you on the salad dressing!
Whoa. I love this, thanks for your words, as always xxx
Such a great read. Yes, if it doesn’t sum up to nothing, no need wasting precious time on it. Thanks for sharing.