It gives me great pleasure to bring you our first post by our first guest author. I first met Corinna Borden on Twitter in 2010. Something about her drew me in, even before I knew her story; then when I was exposed to her story, everything became clear. But I’m going to let you discover her for yourself, through her writing, and the links to her site in this blog (see “Our Authors” tab). Corinna has consented to be a recurring author on Intensely Positive, and as you learn more about her, you’ll know unequivocally why Intensely Positive fits her so well. In the not too distant future, look for an audio interview with Corinna, but for now… enjoy her here.
by Shel Silverstein
Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I’m dumb in school?
Whatif they’ve closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there’s poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don’t grow taller?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won’t bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don’t grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!
I grew up loving Shel Silverstein and I was so happy to find this poem of his. I am familiar with Whatif – you might be too!
For me, in my current reality of monitoring and vanquishing a diagnosis of cancer by following a completely holistic regime, this is what I hear for my Whatifs: What if the test comes back positive? What if this twinge I am feeling is not indigestion but a tumor growing? What if I am never able to conceive? What if my regime is not working? The first question leading inevitably to the: What if this twinge means I am going to DIE?!
And boy, that is a fun place to live, with my brain yelling at me.
So I am training myself against the Whatifs, knowing it is not an internal dialogue I want to continue.
Training myself how? As Eckhart Tolle would say, “by returning to the only place of power, the present moment.” I now know that if I hear Whatifs I should look out the window, or bite my thumb, or say my mantra, or call someone on the phone, or write an email, or exercise, or volunteer. Anything that will pull my monkey mind away from gnawing on that particular bone and get it focused on something else – hopefully something useful and productive.
What do you do with your Whatifs?