Tuesday, April 28, 2015

I'm trying. Really, I am.

The New Girl tells me not to worry. The New Girl tells me that, when it comes to The Big Project (and all its ancillaries), she's "on it." The New Girl reminds me that there are things going on behind the scenes that she hasn't shared yet. The New Girl assures me that, if anything goes wrong, she'll "take the hit."

I have to trust her, she says. I must not worry.

Only I'm worried. We have ambitious creative due dates, and we're not even ready to start, much less deliver, concepts.

While I do trust that, when pitfalls arise, The New Girl will take responsibility, I'd prefer we avoid these pitfalls. And I don't think yet she has the know-how to do this.


I'm trying to remember that worrying will not have any impact on the outcome.

I'm reminding myself that for all The New Girl's faults, she's much, much better than The Chocolate Covered Spider was.

But I haven't been able to convince myself not to worry.


  1. I don't know how comforted I would be by her saying she'll "take the hit" if there is one. At least she says it.

  2. I doubt I'd be comforted either. Trying NOT to worry is stressful, too. Set a timer and let yourself worry for 10 minutes. When the bell goes off, put it aside. If you can, imagine the worst possible over-the-top outcomes (she spontaneously combusts, taking your project with her) so you can end the worry session laughing.


Sorry about adding Comment Moderation, folks. But look at the bright side, at least I've gotten rid of word verification!