Karen Senteio

Fishing for Worry…

Gone fishingMy mom has a 7th sense. It’s called worry and she is really good at it. Maybe even an expert. She can funnel out worry from any situation. The phone will ring and the conversation starts out as a friendly benign banter about nothing. How are you doing? What are you up to? What’s on your agenda today? But it soon takes a turn because of a pause in your answer or a tone what was not quite right. She heard something that makes her take out her ‘rod of knowing’ and she goes fishing for worry. She’s got tackle, bobbers and worms and prepares for the long haul for getting to the bottom of it so you can let her know what is really happening and how she can fix it. Try as you might to convince her you are good, the 6:00am call the next morning lets you know she was night fishing and couldn’t sleep. The truth is, if there was something going on and you told her that would be worse as her catastrophizing expands with more details. We laugh about it all the time. She knows she is a fisher and she is trying to 12 step her way to healthier support. However, it is contagious and when I find myself pulling out the rod to go fishing for worry, I remind myself that worry steels joy and doesn’t prepare us for pain…it just ruins the present moment. Put the rod away and maybe go swimming. …but then again you can drown, or get lost at sea…