Its Saturday morning, and as I was in the living room, relaxing with the purple bougainvillea in view, out the front window, I felt a little twinge of anxiety.

Whats different about this twinge is I felt it, and didnt squelch it. I tuned into it, asking what it was telling me, this slight tightness in my gut.

The answer is I was about to worry about something.

I hadnt started yet, but I knew my mind would dredge up something; it was too peaceful a scene outdoors, and in, for me to just be tranquil about it.

And at that moment of perception, the words came to me: Why worry when you can work?

Ive found in good times and bad, happy and sad, work is the great elixir that helps me to feel better, on the spot. When I feel Im producing, thats when Im relaxing.

Im certain this taps into a survival program thats somewhere in my unconscious or my genetic code. When you think about it, working, as an alternative to worrying, is just a super idea:

(1)It takes your mind off of negativity.

(2)You actually get something done, of which you can be proud.

(3)By accomplishing, youre setting the stage to receive other rewards, such as income or its equivalent, and this will probably stave off some of the disasters youre worrying about.

So, the next time you feel anxious, and you dont know why, dont dwell on it.

Put yourself to work, instead, and youll be a lot better off!

¶ 2:09 AM