So I woke up this morning feeling kinda fed up with my own brain again. See, I read that Virgo traits post yesterday – you know, the one about overthinking everything – and realized damn, that’s me all over. Felt like taking a hammer to my own worries. So here’s how today’s little “stop worrying” experiment went down.
Morning Messiness
First off, decided NOT to plan my damn coffee routine like usual. Usually, it’s measure beans precisely, water at 92°C, steep for exactly 4 minutes – whole production. Today? Boiled water straight in the kettle, dumped spoonfuls of coffee into the French press like a savage, guessed the time. Strong? Yeah. Perfect? Nope. And honestly? Still got caffeine. That was point one: let some things be messy. My Virgo soul twitched, but I drank it anyway.
The “Good Enough” Battle
Then I tackled my grocery list. Normally I’d:
- Check pantry inventory twice
- Compare prices across 3 stores online
- Plan meals down to the damn spice
- Write it in color-coded perfection
Today? Grabbed a sticky note. Scribbled “Milk, bread, eggs, whatever looks good.” Went to one store. Saw strawberries on sale? Bought them without researching if it was really the best deal. Felt reckless. But also… lighter? Getting out in 15 minutes flat instead of 45 felt like cheating fate. Point two nailed: “Good enough” IS enough sometimes.
The Anxiety Spiral Interrupt
Afternoon hit, and the old familiar dread started creeping in. That email from my boss? What DID she mean by “Let’s discuss later”? Usually, my Virgo brain would:
- Re-read it 10 times hunting subtext
- Draft 5 possible replies stressing over tone
- Imagine every possible awful outcome
Today? Stood up. Said out loud: “Nope. Not today.” Physically closed my laptop. Put on stupidly loud music (off-key singing optional but recommended). Danced badly in my living room for exactly one song (about 3 mins 42 secs – old habits die hard). Shook it off. Point three practiced: physically break the worry chain. Didn’t solve the email, but the panic? Deflated.
Ending on Imperfect
Biggest test? This post. I drafted it meticulously. Then deleted half the details. Left sentences slightly awkward. Didn’t double-check every comma (ouch, that hurt). Posted it before I could edit it into oblivion. Why? Because the point WASN’T perfection. The point was doing it messy and putting it out there. Classic Virgo nightmare. Survived.
So yeah, today wasn’t about fixing everything. Just prying my own fingers off the control wheel for a few hours. Still worried? Obviously. But proving I can ignore the inner dictator sometimes? Felt like punching back. Small win. Might try it again tomorrow. Maybe.
