Owning What’s Ours
I’ve been thinking lately about how I can carry only what’s mine — emotionally, that is.
(If I see you with heavy luggage in the street, I would, of course, give you a hand.)
This has come up for me in several different contexts and conversations over the past few weeks. The cancellation of CurveFest is a perfect example.
How it Went Down
When my knee first started hurting me, I didn’t think it was a big deal. But after I went to the doctor, I knew it was — a really big deal, actually.
So I immediately started crafting a story in my mind that went a little something like this:
- If I cancel the tour, people will be disappointed.
- If people are disappointed, they will hate me and Curvy Yoga.
- If people hate me, I will be out of work.
- If I am out of work, I won’t have any money.
- If I don’t have any money, I will have to live on the street.
Broken down like this, I know it looks ridiculous. But it’s amazing how quickly we can spring from someone potentially being disappointed in us to utter destruction.