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Fulfill Yourself.

I’d like to think I’m good at many things. I’m especially good at worrying. If there was a contest, I’d be banned from joining and my face would be on the award. Ask any of my friends, it’s true. I worry about close to anything. A headache, a mole I haven’t noticed before, a scar that won’t fade away. Someone being late more than five minutes, someone not responding to a text in less than five minutes. I worry about global warming, endangered species, and what kind of world I’ll be bringing my future children into. I worry about my family, my friends, and the homeless guy on 5th St. that looks like 50 Cent.

The funny thing is, I worry about good things as well.

He’s nice AND handsome? Something has to be wrong. The job pays you more to do something you love, and you have company happy hours every other week? This can’t be for real. They just audited the wait list for your dream apartment, and you’re next in line? There has to be a catch. You have amazing friends, a supportive family. You’re happy at your job, and are about to get your own place. Everything is falling into place, and everything is going right. Something bad has to happen. I’m too happy. This can’t be right. 

How ridiculous does all of that sound? So ridiculous, yet so normal for a worry-wart like me.

The homie Mike told me his grandmother used to say, “Stop worrying about the little things before God gives you something to worry about.” Yeah, that shut my ass up real quick. Unfortunately not for long. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a Virgo or because I’m just fucked up in the head or WHAT. But I do know that if this thing called the “self-fulfilling prophecy” is true, it works both ways.

If you keep thinking something is too good to be true, it probably is – unless you know you deserve it. So work hard, and more importantly work smart. Stay humble, but know that all the good in your life right now is there not by luck, not by chance, but because you’ve earned it.

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