MY LEFT WRIST WEIGHS MORE THAN MY RIGHT BY ANGUS MACLEOD

I have wasted a lot of time worrying about small details. I love to be around people, meeting new people, and building relationships; imagining what goes on inside people’s heads, and of course filtering and editing things that I do or so to foster an image of what I want others to see when they think of me.

I never realized how much effort this was. I have developed a skill of accommodating others, but in that I started losing myself. I stopped purchasing certain clothes, I always offer to drive places, I won’t ask for money back on things in small amounts, I plan my workouts around my partner and we do workouts that he chooses, I’ll hold doors much longer than necessary, I always let people go ahead in line at checkout in the grocery, and the more I think the more I realize this list could go on forever. This got out of hand, and I started to have terrible anxiety which was escalated by drinking and I would have depressed episodes and outbursts as I analyzed and went through all of my interactions with others.

I have a friend named Kyle who, during some of my worse times, told me “There is no time for bad days.” I’ll never forget this, and I wear it on a wristband around my left wrist to remind me. It weighs it down, and reminds me that life is too short to worry about what others think or what they’re doing.

There’s no time for bad days, make today a good one.