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Why Worry?

October 02, 2020

Mark Twain: I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.

This is a later edit that just got on top of everything all of a sudden.

Madonna
What it feels like for a girl


We listened to Madonna’s ‘Music’ album in the car. Because, yes, I am a sucker for albums.

Did not worry for a second about losing my slippers in the river. Sometimes, worrying is good, yet, you see? I didn’t loose my slippers, I was just living. As in feeling. But, jees, still, thanks for keeping my slippers. On. I must admit they, the slippers, must have crossed my mind. Thank God I didn’t worry then, but hey, never ending this now.

Now. Where were we?

This is a jumpsuit and I’m carrying lavender in my right hand.

Uhmm…

Here we go.

You know how English people almost always say No worries! as a reply to Thank you! or even to Excuse me? Having my brother and one of my dearest girlfriends in the U.K., I got to spend there some time doing the extraordinary just as much as the ordinary.

I’ve never heard it in Romanian and in the Romanian speaking countries. Until just recently, when my heart skipped a beat. It was said in the most genuine way I had ever heard someone I hadn’t even met before saying, but made sure that I would have met them, and I did, and we lived happily ever after. Wait. I’m kidding, but you know what? This would be the drill.

The No worries! I’m speaking about now, though, came from a lady at a bar in a cottage named Hanul Vatra, up in the mountains, I got to spend a couple of days in. We crossed paths and she gave me the most casual No worries! and I ~ glitterally ~ smiled straight into her eyes for a split second after having turned my head towards her in no time. The second time she, yet again, very naturally, said No worries! to my Thank you! for the coffee at seven in the morning ~ delightful sun coming through the restaurant and all, yes, in the mountains, super cozy clothes, fresh air, fresh coffee smell, fresh milk, you get the vibe ~ when I grinned and gently asked her if it’s a region’s thing. This No worries! of hers.

She smiled, a bit shy, surprised, said I don’t think so or who knows. Said she hadn’t even realised she was saying it and we had a wonderful conversation ~ over coffee, yes, the vibe.

Then, every time she saw me, she asked me What were the words I said? with a not so shy anymore, still shy, but prouder now smile. Cute prouder. So, the first time happened in the restaurant, when I passed her. The second time was over coffee in the morning. The third time, however, happened when she was leaving work, the cottage I was staying in. I was writing on the porch outside. From afar, quite afar, she asked me, screaming, with a grin, this time ~ hehe: What were the words I was saying? I screamed back from the top of my lungs: No worriiiieeees!

She smiled.

Enthusiastic.

I laughed.

Happy.

It’s.

The moments.

That.

Make.

Us.

Feel.

Alive.

Had I not paid attention, this moment wouldn’t have happened. It was a usual thing for her. For me? The usual thing for me to do was worry. Not the worrying in the typical, mot-à-mot way. A worrying somewhere in the back of my mind. A subtle one I knew I have always kind of had. I just like it when everyone around (and in the world, ideally) is good (in its both ways). Yet, oh, the great, magical even moments, lived with just the same kind of people ~ great, magical ~ I completely forget about worrying and the extraordinary happens every time.

Worrying is a form of staying in the mind. And the mind is cool, super cool, for when you really need it. The moment you start feeling, though, enjoying, is the moment you’d think I would call extraordinary, but it is actually the ordinary. It makes us feel home. And only after, the extraordinary happens. I can feel it in my stomach just saying it.

You know?

Pressure is good on special occasions. I bet I will enjoy, to some extent, worrying about my kids and I can not wait for them to, one day, read this to me over toasting some champagne on a different kind of porch, post them partying until morning and us, parents, giving them the looks our parents used to give us when we used to come home in the morning after dancing the whole night through. And my parents have been (still are whenever there’s a different kind of special occasion) the good partying type of people all their lives and even though they knew we knew, they still gave us the look.

So, you’ll tell yourself Why worry? at times, but worries are so real sometimes that you can not help it. At other times, if you pay close attention, all you have to do is relax. Feel. Try to scream, while laughing, in a charming moment No worriiiieeees! at someone and you’ll see what I mean. It’s a feeling.

Worrying, as a form of pressure, can be good for hard work, for getting closer to reaching your goals, for having your eyes wide open in crucial situations (does this mean life is a whole crucial situation? Of course not, whooh!). Yet, worrying during a flight never made sense to me (we are not talking about that flight we all kind of, at least once, have been on and saw our lives flashing before our eyes). It’s not like you can do anything about it. You’re supposed to just seat. I mean, you’re not only supposed to. It is literally the only thing we can do while suspended in a gigantic piece of iron in the air. Just like we’re supposed to live on the ground, this gigantic piece of a planet in the air, basically.

Live. Stay present and let our mind enjoy a vacation as much as possible.

Don’t ever, though, mistaken not worrying with being lazy.

PS: now good luck with the not worrying part!

PS to the PS: I ~ glitterally ~ enjoyed the cottage, the late night conversations, the shared food, the road trips, the music, the surroundings, the sun, the places we saw, the river we we put our naked feet in, just near the cottage, and the cottage’s owner. Hello, Otilia! Like there was no tomorrow: https://hanulvatra.com/ro/.

The last PS. I think. See? Think. I didn’t say I feel. So, hm… What I have come to understand is that life has a way of surprising you and is, in fact, interested in your truth, so no matter the worrying ~ I just took a long breath ~ things always have a way and people don’t change, they just become more of who they are which is great, because I’m becoming more of who I am, so yay to us!

Whooh!

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