Two weeks into the new year, and already I’m falling behind. This blog was supposed to be up this morning. I’m going to take a deep breath, however and not stress out over one late blog post. After all, I’m pretty sure the ten people who read this blog won’t mind.
More importantly, I’m going to relax because Chill is my word for 2022. As in “Chill the F— Out, Barb.” I like this advice because it can be applied in so many circumstances.
Worried about whether Covid will disrupt your vacation? Take all the right precautions and Chill the F— Out, Barb.
People on Twitter spouting annoying nonsense. Turn it off and Chill the F— Out, Barb.
Stressed because your to-do list is a mile long? “You’re only human so Chill the F— Out, Barb.
Forgot to pick up vinegar at the grocery store? The world won’t end. Chill the F— Out, Barb.
Beating yourself up because you didn’t get 2000 words written like you’d hoped? “You showed up and that’s what counts. Chill the F— Out, Barb.
Feeling the urge to submit a manuscript proposal prematurely? You’ll get there. Be patient and Chill the F— Out, Barb.
See how useful the phrase is? After 57 ½ years, I’ve realized that 90-99% of my freak outs are caused by anxiety, be it worry about Covid or fear that my publishing window is closing. Therefore, I have two choices. I can continue to freak out – which only leads to sleepless nights, heartburn, or bad decisions like engaging in a twitter fight or prematurely submitting a manuscript.
Or, I can take a deep breath, remember that most of life is out of my control, and Chill the F— Out.