Intermittent fasting from food is all the rage. But have you ever tried a Worry Fast? Take a break from worrying and free up your mental energy. You’ll have more space to think of solutions, to be inspired creatively, or to learn dance steps!

Worry used to be my secret, stupid, superpower. But not anymore. I find that short, concentrated efforts to break the habit of worrying stops the unhealthy pattern. I adapted this Worry Fast from the Ananda Meditation Retreat Center.

• For just seven days, three times a day, cast out your worries. From 7-8 a.m., 12-1 p.m., and 7-8 p.m., commit to not succumbing to worry. Be disciplined. Become the master of your mind. 

Did you know that the definition of “To worry” is “to drag around with the teeth.” You can’t control having thoughts, but you can choose which ones to let go of, and which ones to drag around with you all day, like a dog with a bone.

7-Day Worry Fast Schedule:

When you wake up, think, “All my worries of the night are cast out, and for one hour, I refuse to worry. No matter how troublesome the news is or how big the uncertainties are, I refuse to waste energy.”

At 7am, say: “I release all worries.”

At noon, say, “I am cheerful. I will not worry.” 

At night, repeat, “I no longer feed the old pattern.” Here’s a longer version: “No matter how tempting it is to indulge in a worry feast, I will resist. I no longer feed the old, unhealthy pattern of worrying.”

What do I do when I still worry?

• Don’t get frustrated, get quiet. Visualize a happy moment in your life; mentally repeat the experience until the worry has dissolved. The happy moment I visualize is baby Hazel finding a round hole in our floorboards and carefully filling it with blueberries, one at a time.
• Have a mantra ready. Mine goes something like this: I put my hands over my heart and say, “I can only do my best, no more.” At other times, I say, “I am here now. I release my need to know the outcome.” Mostly, it’s enough to draw my attention away from my head and into my heart and say, “I’m here now.”

Try it for seven days and let me know if you notice any subtle changes!

Love,

Susie

In July, while I was on my Surrender Experiment, there were too many layers of uncertainty for me to handle with grace. Kurt was out of work and the kids were out of contact (at wilderness camp). Also, I was promoting the book with uncertain results, and I was waiting to hear if I’d made it into a clinical trial. Meanwhile, refugee children were being detained at the border in unspeakable conditions. 

I felt way out of balance, heavy on despair, and light on trust in a bright future. How can I steer us in a better, safer direction? I desperately “needed” to edit Kurt’s resumé, track the weather on the river where Cole was paddling, work harder each day to sell books, and make this disease and the suffering at the border go away. But none of those desires and behaviors were getting me closer to finding joy. 

To raise the vibration from low to high, I stayed committed to the rules of my surrender experiment and went canoeing. 

Surrender Experiment rules:

• No news or social media for 30 days 
• If life presents me with an opportunity, I must say yes
• I can use my will to take action, but I can’t plan or push my agenda forward

“It’s not about dropping out of life; it’s about leaping into life to live in a place where we are no longer controlled by our personal fears and desires.” –Michael Singer

So Kurt and I flew to Toronto, then drove six hours to Temagami, a wilderness area in northern Ontario that I paddled almost every summer as a child. It’s not unusual to go for days on its vast lakes without seeing another person. The idea was to do a four-day canoe trip just as grown-ups, surrendering to nature’s whims, before we picked up both kids from camp. It would be peaceful! Fun! Romantic! And it was, sort of, but definitely not at first.

A particular kind of fun

At first, it was uncomfortable and hard. Without any income coming into our home, it felt irresponsible to leave my desk and not promote the book. Plus, it had been thirty years since I’d been on a canoe trip. I only remembered the clear water, bright stars, and joyful campfire conversations. I had forgotten that it’s a lot of work to load and unload a canoe, to paddle long hours into a strong headwind, and to carry everything from lake to lake over muddy ground and sharp rocks. (And the bulk of that work fell on Kurt’s shoulders as I can’t carry heavy weight anymore!)

Between the two of us, we had 1.5 pairs of shoes and a single pair of sunglasses. In the packing rush, Kurt forgot shoes other than flip flops which soon broke, and I left my sunnies in the car. I steered the canoe with my eyes closed because the sun reflecting off the water felt like a laser shooting into my corneas. Not to mention that the mosquitoes were so thick, we had to speak to one another in telegram-like sentences. If our lips were open for longer than a second, dozens of mozzies would rush in our mouths. 

After a long day, Kurt looked at me through a cloud of mosquitoes and said,

“It’s a particular kind of fun, isn’t it?”

Here’s why it’s worth it:

Canoeing slows you down to the pace of deep, glacial lakes and the stroke of a wooden paddle. 

It took me two days to shed my city pace and find nature’s pace. Two days to move from wanting and restlessness to gratitude and awe. On day three, I remember standing in the forest thinking, I don’t need anything. We have everything we need in this light pack. (Ok. Maybe we could use one right flip flop, men’s size 11, and one pair of sunglasses.)

To spend time in a canoe is to learn to balance and to center yourself. 

If you lean too far to one side, you’ll capsize. If you move too quickly or with too much force, you’ll capsize. And if you focus on the future, you’ll get off course. One day I discovered this last point while experimenting with trying to go as straight as possible in the canoe for one hundred meters. My typical method is to pick a spot far on the horizon and aim for it, using a j-stroke paddle technique. Concentrating on the horizon works, but every once in a while, the canoe suddenly and inexplicably dives left or dives right, and it requires a flurry of paddle strokes to get back on track. But because I didn’t have my sunglasses, I focused on the spot where my paddle entered the water instead of way out ahead. I put my attention on the wooden paddle blade right in front of me, and all my concentration on making the smoothest, steadiest stroke I could. The canoe slid straight across the lake for one, two, then three hundred meters (at least) without diving off course once. Being in a canoe teaches me rhythm and grace.

Nature reminds us that we are not in charge.

In Nature, the surrender experiment felt easy. At home, it’s more difficult for me to let go. I imagine that I am the one in control of outcomes. But once we were outside all day and night, it was clear that I was not in charge. I didn’t have to make sure that the sun rose on time, that the stars would come out, that the white pines would stretch to the sky, or that the lakes filled with cool, calm waters. One evening, just when I could no longer take the mosquitoes buzzing around my head, a group of dragonflies glided past, silencing the air. Everything just seemed to work without me doing a thing. 

When we paddled to shore on our last day, I cried. I wanted to stay out longer. I wasn’t ready to reach land, be found by the bugs, and re-enter the pace of cars. But I was ready to see the kids!! We didn’t extend our canoe trip, but maybe I’ll extend the surrender experiment for another 30 days…

Love,

Susie

P.S. Kurt got a job that he loves! And when I finally opened my email, there were three requests from major media sources wanting to know more about Fierce Joy. The next day, I was sitting in a TV studio in Toronto doing an interview for CTV’s Your Morning, and on CBC radio: Here & Now. 

 

I accidentally discovered a great way to make a tough decision easy. I’ve never been good at making big decisions, until recently. One thing a life-altering illness teaches you is how to make a million decisions in a short amount of time, while facing enormous uncertainty. 

Before, I used to take forever to decide anything because I wanted to be sure that I was making the right choice, especially if there were other people involved. When I was choosing whether to pack up everything and move the family west, it took me almost a year to decide. My husband Kurt was ready to go, but I was overwhelmed by the feeling of permanency around the choice. I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the push and pull of Should we stay? Should we go?

We moved. And it all worked out better than I imagined. Now it seems to me that I added a lot of extra suffering to that year with my inability to decide.

Since then, because of my diagnosis, we’ve made countless life-or-death decisions. At first, they all felt excruciating, until we figured out our personal systems for knowing what to do. 

Kurt’s way is to build a spreadsheet that lists the options, the costs and benefits, and assigns rankings to each based on our values. 

My way is to wait until everyone is out of the house, then I sit on the bed, in the quiet, with my eyes closed. Next, I invite Fear to tell me what to do. 

I’ve heard this strategy described by The School of Life as “Ask your enemy.” The point is to invite an imaginary version of someone who wants your demise to the decision-making table. The rationale? We are so much better at knowing our weaknesses and our temptations than our strengths. It’s more effective to invite our “enemy” to tell us what to do. 

In my case, my own mind is my worst enemy because it is run by my scared self, the voice of Fear. So I let Fear have the floor for a full five minutes. I listen to the worst-case scenarios, the “inevitable” losses, and the many disappointments to come. I let Fear tell me what to do. 

And then I do the exact opposite. (Remember the Seinfeld episode when George Costanza experimented with doing the opposite of what he thought was right? He was on to something!)

I thought this was the quickest way to make a choice until recently. Now I know that there is an even faster way to get out of our scared minds and into the wisdom of the body. 

Here is the simple question that guides me to make a tough decision easy. It comes from my brilliant friend, Koelle Simpson. I was telling her about the latest health-related decision I needed to make. She listened, then looked right at me and asked,

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t get it wrong?

The answer came to me immediately. It felt clear and obvious. And I knew instantly what to do. 

Decisions don’t have to be painful, but our perfectionism steps in to tell us we’re going to get this wrong and our lives will be ruined forever. We forget that the only right decision is the one that is right for us. And we also forget that most decisions are reversible. Move away and don’t like it? Come back. Quit your job and regret it? Learn from it and move on. 

What I like about this no-wrong-way question is it works to bypass the scared and confused mind. It shoots past Fear and goes directly to the heart of what we want, now. Don’t believe me? Practice asking yourself the question to make small decisions, like what to wear, what to eat, and who to spend time with for one week and let me know how it goes. 

(By the way, Kurt’s spreadsheet came up with the same answer as I did when Koelle asked me the no-wrong-way question 😉 

The way to build a life that is deeply rewarding, healthy, and full of peace is not by bending your life to fit through the right door. It is by going inward and finding who you are, one decision at a time. All you have to do to find your right answer is to ask yourself the right question.  

What would you do if you knew you couldn’t get it wrong?

Love,

Susie

 

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