[Warning: contains mild physics.]
Imagine a short piece of rope. We’ll call him Ropert.
Let’s imagine that Ropert represents our lives.
Now that I’m (mostly) successfully managing my anxiety, everything should be great forever… right?!
Obviously life isn’t magically perfect. (Though of course “less anxiety” is a huge improvement!)
This is fine. I never expected perfection.
But something else I didn’t expect was that managing anxiety better could itself cause problems.
I’m fond of planning. I’m a Plan Fan, a man who can plan. I plan, er…
Inner critic: Hello reader. If you don’t respect anyone who can’t think of more than three rhymes for “plan”, you might like to turn away now.
Anyway. I like looking ahead, you might say. But if I get too caught up in long-term thinking, I end up struggling.