The Benefits of Worry

I’ve been struggling with something lately. I can’t help it. Anyone who knows me well can tell you I’m a worrier. I worry about paying my bills online in a timely manner, then I worry about the Internet hackers who are going to steal my identity, then I worry about my tainted credit, then I worry about never being able to buy a house again, then I worry about living out of my car, then I worry about gas prices, then I worry about the US-Middle East Peace Talks, then I worry about nuclear threats…can you see where this is going? I know. Please don’t take the time to tell me I’m walking a thin line between genius and crazy. Because my mother’s already told me a thousand times I’m a genius.

So, lately, having the strange urge to worry about something, I began to worry that something will happen to preclude me from doing what I’m doing with my life. I can’t think of a time where I’ve been happier and more content, and I owe most of it to the amazing people who’ve allowed me to photograph them. Photography has opened so many doors and it’s as if my dreams were crafted for this specific cookie-cutter.

Yesterday, as I sat in traffic along the congested 5 freeway coming from Newport Beach, I reflected on what an awesome day I had. Then I worried. What if I fail? What if the publishers don’t like my work? What if my work reads like hieroglyphics? What if I’m struck with writer’s block?

You see, I had a meeting for an upcoming project I’m working on for a bridal magazine and, as I sat at the circular glass table surrounded by images of gorgeous wedding dresses, I couldn’t help but feel so blessed. This project is allowing me to combine my love for writing and fashion…and photography. I’m working with New York based photographer who shot Fashion Week for publication, so I’ll be keeping everyone posted when the magazine is available.



As I sat in traffic on my way home, my worries were just about to reach their pinnacle (What if I forget how to spell?!?), then JD called. He wanted to know what he should make for dinner, but ended up walking me away from the ledge of psychosis (Jasmine, if you forget to spell, you can run a Spell Check or use a good ‘ole fashion dictionary).

So the moral of the story is to always worry. I mean, the benefits are obvious: Your mother labels you a genius, your spouse will offer soothing words, and you’ll have a warm dinner waiting for you when you get home ;)

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