Worrying about what might happen tomorrow robs us of today. Which is what Mark Twain knew so well about worry. I know it, too. My mom was a world-class worrier and she passed her worry along to me. I fight it all the time. And sometimes I let it take over, which is always a mistake. I'm working . . .
I come from a line of world-class worriers. So I've spent a good bit of time, myself, worrying, anxious about everything from airplane travel and terrorism to getting sick, something happening to loved ones or some other life catastrophe. Does this sound familiar? But as the years passed I . . .
I know anxiety. I met it in my early 20s. When I didn't know a thing about managing anxiety. The trouble with anxiety is that it can come up out of nowhere. No specific reason, just one day, there it is. The trouble with anxiety is that it can turn into full-blown panic attacks. Sometimes so bad . . .
It's going to be a long, painful haul for those of us who believe that love can trump hate, and we need to find effective ways to handle anxiety--and fear-- along the way. Because when we're faced with the kind of repressive regime that DT and his partner, MP, have in mind, fear is the right . . .
We've got a bunch of these friends, all of us do. You know the ones I mean. They post gorgeous selfies several times a month. Their photo tags for an evening out show only the finest restaurants and hottest bars. Every single achievement of theirs becomes a Facebook post. They humble-brag. They say . . .
Who among us hasn't fantasized about leaving terrorism, war, poverty, bankruptcy and all the other 21st century problems behind and going off the grid? You know, living a simpler life? One in which your only focus would be yourself? And survival, of course. But oh, how wonderful it would be to know . . .
Anxiety can be an insistent intruder. But when it walks in, we don't have to let it stay. It is, after all, our home. We can handle anxiety. The holidays can be times of great anxiety for some. Maybe it's financial pressure. Family problems. Illness. Or maybe it's just free-floating anxiety and you . . .
