I don’t fret about this: I’ve written lots of blog posts about worry (here, here, here, and here) but not one post with the word “fret” in the title.
Why the fret, today?
As an individual and group therapist, I witness many people fretting about fretful things. Yesterday was no different.
It’s difficult not to fret, sometimes.
I, myself, was fretting yesterday about planning my 45th high school reunion, which involves many fretful details. Around midnight last night, I awoke from a fretful sleep to find a reassuring email from one of the other reunion planners, which said (among other things):
Don’t fret.
I’m going to take that advice. Are there other fretting people out there who care to join me in obeying my high school classmate’s advice, at least for today?
I pledge not to fret, today, about:
- my high school reunion,
- people,
- the state of the world,
- the weather,
- the past, or
- the future.
Don’t fret if you can’t join me in this No Fret Day. But wouldn’t it be great if you could?
Because I have just declared today a No Fret Day, I won’t fret about including a song that
- wakes me up in the morning,
- has appeared in previous posts, and
- doesn’t have the word “fret” in it:
That’s Los Lobos singing “Don’t Worry Baby” at the Crossroads Guitar Festival which, I’m sure, included lots of frets.
Should we fret about any of these photos, presented fretlessly in chronological order?
If those cats appear fretful, it’s probably because my fretless boyfriend Michael has been away all week. Don’t fret, Oscar and Harley! Michael will be back, very soon.
Fretless thanks to those who fret and those who don’t, including you, of course!