Sure - momma told me I was special but even I know I’ve got limitations.

One of them is that I can't predict the future.

Now I don’t know what kind of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious vittles you might have for breakfast….

All I know is that even on Wheaties Day - my Crystal Ball is still cloudy with chance of hell nah! 

I say this because one of dyslexia’s many bedfellows is Anxiety.

Anxiety has multiple clinical definitions, but to me it’s worrying about some future event that I have less than zero control over.

I once heard someone describe anxiety and worry being like paying interest on a loan you don’t owe! 

WHAT IF?

In this week’s article, I wrote about a Hendrix tune where he says - “What if 6 turned out to be 9, I don’t mind”.

I mean if you look at them closely, you’ll realize that 6 is just a bubbly little number doing a forward somersault whereas fancy pants 9 is the bad ass with the backflip.

The lesson being - what if we strive to mind less, to not let everything be so life and death.

Believe me, I know it’s not easy. 

But part of this journey is figuring it out - taking steps to be the best versions of ourselves.

SO WHAT?

So what if you can’t predict the future? 

So what if 6 and 9 totally Flip the F out? 

What if today = YOU just focused on #1! 

READING WITH YOUR EARS!

PRESS PLAY TO LISTEN TO THE PODCAST VERSION OF “IF 6 WAS 9”!