I’ve been (needlessly) worrying over a bunch of work stuff recently, and something D said to me yesterday really hit home. It was basically that there is no point in worrying about all the various potential problems that could pop up because chances are they will resolve themselves before it every actually becomes a real issue.
Example:
Cue me – obsessing over how the fuck I’m going to get all the discovery I need on my civil rights case. I emailed opposing counsel and he was less than helpful, so I’ve been sitting around obsessing over subpoenas and HIPPA forms and the like. What showed up in today’s mail? A full fucking copy of my client’s medical records.
Note to self: Most of the time shit just works out. Be chill.
I have two conferences tomorrow regarding my two most complicated cases. I was worrying pretty hard core about this earlier in the week, but I’m just going to take a deep breath and whatever will be, will be. Like I said, most of the time, nothing is ever really and truly fucked.
I cherish those rare occasions where I say something to make you feel better.
It’s really not that rare, babe, but I understand what you mean. I love it when I say or do something that helps you feel better.