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The story about me.

My life as a thistle seed

 

While I was out taking a walk, I was greeted by flying thistle seeds. I came to think of my time in high school, where the Principal compared us students with thistle seeds, which fly out in the world. Some fly far away, others only short, but hopefully the seeds lands in a place where it can take root.
I wondered how far I had flown since then, and whether I had landed in the right place.

Worrying status

As promised: A status on my quest to improve myself. If you find it particularly tedious to read about touchy feeling stuff, then Now would be a good time to stop reading!

In earlier blog posts (this and that), I told about one of the things, I wanted to change about myself: the ability to worry about things that never happens.

There are still times when I start to worry about things that haven’t happened yet. But mostly I am able to discover an upcoming worry and – more or less – nip it in the bud. 🙂 Often I go through entire days without starting to worry at all.

There is still room for improvement though. And I am still very good at panicking when things start to rumble. Something I really have to focus more on.

Heading for perfection

I really hope this doesn’t sound like mindless nonsense!

I’m a perfectionist! You may think I’m bragging, but think again: When it is impossible to reach perfection, and you try anyway, you are going to lose every time!

When I stopped worrying so much, I could cut down on my chase for perfection. I don’t know if those two things have anything to do with each other, or if it’s just open season for hunting down all inner demons. But I have been little reluctant to let the perfection-demon go. Not because I like to spend more time than necessary, making tings better than they have to be; but because letting go completely could result in me not even try to make the things almost perfect.

I know nothing is absolutely perfect. In fact, it is so hard to be perfect, that only two people in the whole wide world are practically perfect: Mary Poppins and a girl in Australia – and Mary Poppins isn’t even real.

Today I came to think of a way to put down the demon and still aim for perfection – and thereby not being disappointed when things don’t turn out to be perfect. You may already have realized the true nature of perfection long time ago, but sometimes I’m a little slow. I came to think that perfection is like the horizon: You can see it. You can try to walk towards it. But you can never reach it.

It’s the same with perfect happiness.

The point – I guess – is to aim for perfection and be happy each time you manage to take a step in that direction. You will never reach it, but if you know the way to go, you will never get lost.

Why Worry?

This is the first post in a small series about some of my inner demons. These posts can all be found under the category “me”. (This category isn’t written with a capital letter. When almost everything in this blog is about me, this category isn’t a beginning of a new sentence, but more like an elaboration).

I think people often mistake me for a deeply uncomplicated being. I don’t believe that is true. In fact, I tend to surprise myself, by doing something I would not expect from someone like me. Sometimes it is a negative surprise, but luckily there are positive surprises as well. Maybe I’ll write about some of them in future posts.

One of the greatest problems I have had to deal with is my knack of worry. I have spent so much time worrying about things that did not happen. And for some time I have even been worried about me spending so much time worrying about nothing. Even when the thing I had been worried about actually came true, it normally wasn’t half as bad as I had expected.

I know sayings like “Don’t worry, be happy” or “It is foolish to fear what you cannot avoid”.
And of course people have been telling me to lighten up – so easy to say, so impossible to do. I know it is ludicrous to worry about stuff beforehand, but that didn’t help.

A short time ago, I was a little to quick to do something before I had thought it through, and thereby making things worse instead of better. I was able to clean up my own mess, but that night I lay awake thinking of the possible consequences it could bring the next day. The next day nothing happened!

Maybe my worry-gene exploded that day.

It is too soon to tell, but it really seems like I have killed the worry demon inside me (ha! If it had been a little worried itself, it might have seen it coming). Most of the things I have been worrying about are still there, but I just don’t worry about them anymore.

Another positive thing about not worrying: I have been under stress lately, but that too has vanished: I still have more tasks than time, but I just can’t seem to worry.

From time to time I still find myself worrying about anything or nothing, but I’m not so worried about that anymore. 🙂

Me, 2008

Every once in a while it is probably a good thing to think things through; to rethink your life.
For me, the time seems to be now. I’m not going through an existential crisis (I hope), but I haven’t done much reflection either.
I’ve felt kind of lost lately: Why did I end up where I did, and where do I go from here? To be lost isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but a sign that you no longer walk the familiar roads. Also, the only way to never get lost is to stand absolutely still. When you don’t go anywhere, you can’t get lost. On the other hand, I would like a little sense of direction, so I don’t have to twirl like leaves in the wind.
I haven’t reached this place in life because of carefully laid plans, but because I’ve been walking through open doors when other doors got slammed in my face (figural speaking). I’m not where I intended to be (I guess – I’m not totally sure about that either), but am I where I ought to be? That is the question. I hope to reach some sort of answer at some point in time. I hope to get some good answers, and that the “point in time” will occur soon.
In my quest for answers, I intent to use this blog from time to time to write a few notes about myself: where I have been and in which direction I’m going. That might seem awfully self-centred – and maybe even boring, but I need those notes to navigate.