Happy Tuesday, errbody. Story time! As you might know, the waitlist for Cycle 28 has been invited to enroll this week. One of their perks is free access to a short, action-packed preparatory workshop called Set the Stage to help them get the most out of The Audacity Project (or any intensive process). I watched it myself today, to make sure it was up to snuff. Note for the brag book: while rewatching it I absolutely had the thought "damn I'm good." Back to the story. The first task I give in that workshop is to write a list of all the things that take up your time. Driving, cooking, peeing, doomscrolling, all of it. Then look at it and brutally take the axe to at least 1 item, but hopefully more. What I noticed about my own list was how much time was allocated to: worrying. Worrying over our collective future, my dad's pills, Bernie's medicine, my money, dad's money, money in general, if the kale had gone off, if I'd called my senator that day, my mom's bone density, the state of arts funding in coastal SC, whether or not I was this or that or blablablalba. You know who benefits from my worrying? Fuckin NO ONE. The vulnerable groups I endeavor to help defend, the legislation I endeavor to resist, the health of my body, none of that is benefitted from my worry. So, I've decided to stop doing it. That's it. No more worrying. Thinking is allowed. Action is encouraged. But worrying is completely unhelpful, ineffective, and makes me miserable. So I quit. That's all, that's the whole email. The world is still the same, and yet everything is different. Because when I am tempted to wander over to feed on the teat of the worry demon, I just remember that I don't do that anymore. I can take an action, or write something down, or daydream, or think critically, but I'm not allowed to worry. 10/10 recommend. That is all. Don't go back to sleep. xoRachel ps. public enrollment opens up on Monday- anyone enrolling in the first 24 hours will also get fee lifetime access to this workshop, as a thank you for being Audacious AF. |