It's no secret I have inherited my dad's worrier genes & the rest of the siblings have been spared ! Since young, I was an obsessive mental inventory taker, scanning for objects of concern. Ok, that's kind of like pressing a bruise to see if it still hurts. To me, the balance between stress & contentment was the greatest mystery.
On one hand I was convinced that the continuation of any success I had achieved was contingent upon persistent hyper-vigilance. I figure this kind of behavior must be adaptive from evolutionary standpoint- cavemen who worried about possible threats, real or imagined, probably survived longer. On the other hand, I was keenly aware that while this kind of insecurity might prolong life, it also made it less enjoyable- on all levels.
So when my friend called me up yesterday & told me that another person from the group has cancelled on our Christmas celebration (a dinner which we have planned since last year!) my concerns went off charts. What went wrong, did any one offended her, did she break up with her boyfriend, why didn't she announced that on the group chat, should I call her, why didn't she explain why ..... it went on & on. I couldn't sleep last night thinking non-stop. Finally I went with, I must have offended her in some way, that's why she has cancelled on our date which was kinda of organized by me. Slept at 4am last night!
Then at 7am she text the group: "Sorry guys, celebration on again, sorry for the false alarm! Can't wait to see the group again!"
What..........?
I spent the whole night thinking, & now it's on again? Why ? what happened? what has changed? Did someone convinced her to change her mind? Will she tell us what happened? should someone ask her? Should I ask her? would that be invading on her privacy? Oh NO.... I have to stop thinking !!!!!
