so I built little matchstick houses/ with large ceilings, a garden for them to grow// tomatoes, cilantro, & carrots/ their worry babies will eat

Laura Villareal, My Worries Have Worries

I am a worrier. I know in my bones worrying is not helpful. I create worst case scenarios because the worst case scenario gives me an excuse not to start, care, or fail. I live in an all or nothing state because vulnerability lives in the middle and vulnerability means an open heart and open hearts can break. I jump to the part where I burn it all down because building means hope and hope requires courage and courage can be painful.

I tend to Worry. I want to make friends with Worry. I want to comfort her fear and calm her anxiety. Maybe once Worry has eaten enough and is full, we can gather around an even bigger table and be grateful for all we have. Maybe if I hold Worry close, and tell her it will be ok, she will rest and not see the need for vigilance and alarm. Maybe once Worry is settled and still, desire and dreams will become clear.