What could happen if you chose to live instead of worry?

A lived life is not reckless.

Or irresponsible.

Or selfish.

It’s full, juicy, engaged, and experienced.

Messy and full of love.

There is less drama and more presence.

There are pauses, purpose, and passion.

There is patience.

And more love and connection.

What if worry is actually love?

Does that shift the energy?

Would love actually worry so much?

Or would love live, connect, and breathe.