Have you noticed the power and magical quality we give to worry? For many people, not worrying is equated being uncaring or naïve. Michael, my partner, has told me on many occasions, “Don’t worry; it will all work out.” I would always reply, “Yes, but how?” He would say, “I don’t know, but I know it will.”
Worry has been the bane of my existence. During a spiritual practice that I recently engaged in with two friends, I realized that worry disconnects me from the happiness and serenity that are in my heart.
Conventional wisdom teaches that the heart is weak and fragile. From beliefs such as, “The heart is mushy and unmanly” I learned to stifle my sensitivity. I grew into a control freak from beliefs such as, “Being open leads to being taken advantage of.” Beliefs such as, “Heartbreak is devastating” led to clamping a lid on emotional giving.
Distrusting my heart, I developed my athletic, sexual and intellectual abilities on the road most traveled to fame and fortune. Except for rare occasions, such as those magical moments of falling in love, I kept my sensitivity hidden behind protective walls, (Even though my story represents a masculine perspective, I know that women also learn to keep their hearts safely tucked away.)