Most of It Doesn’t Matter (And That’s a Good Thing)

A letter for all those who worry a lot

I used to spend a lot of time worrying. If it were a real job, I’d be hired, promoted, and emotionally burned out within a month. I worried about things I couldn’t change, and about things that hadn’t even happened yet—basically, I was freelancing for both the past and the future.

Do you remember what you were worried about in 2020?
I mean, aside from the whole existence-threatening global virus thing?

I can barely recall what I wore last week—let alone the specific disagreements, the body-shaming comment from someone irrelevant, or the career fears that felt so urgent.

So much of our energy gets eaten up by worries that turn out to be… non-events. Forgotten blips. Stories that never fully formed.