When was the last time worry made something better?
I’ve never heard anyone say:
“I worried about it for a week. And that helped a lot.”
Yet worry is the fast food of emotion.
It’s easy to find. It comes quickly. And it does little to improve the quality of our lives.
Especially when it comes to things that are out of our control.
Dierdre Wolownick has plenty to worry about.
Her son, Alex Honnold, is a free-solo rock climber. Which means he doesn’t use ropes to climb rocks. Rocks like Yosemite’s 2,500 foot Half Dome and 2,900 foot Nose of El Capitan.
When The New York Times‘s Daniel Duane spoke with Ms. Wolownick about her son’s life, she had this to say:
“Alex is the only one on the planet who knows what Alex can do, and I’ve had to learn to just trust that.”
We can suck up a lot of energy worrying. Which fogs up our worldview with fear and dread.
Or we can learn to shift that energy into something else. Like trust. Or courage. Or asking for help.
Something that opens us up, rather than chops us down.
It isn’t fast. It isn’t easy.
But it’s good food.