Happy Spring and Happy Friday,
I hope you are as happy as I am that the warm weather has finally arrived!
In our amazing webinar on Wednesday, we explored how to tame worry by controlling how much time we spend doing it. We released self-judgment by allowing ourselves to express all of our worries in a compressed timeframe. And without self-judgment, we can see objectively what worries we can do something about and those we can’t. I’ll share the 15-minute technique in our next webinar, so please join me.
This week’s guest blog by Ric Dragon reminds us that whether we’re worrying about what could go wrong or dreaming about what could go right, both are different ways of imagining the future. His words invite us to reflect on how we’re using our energy and attention—and to dare to dream big, even in the face of uncertainty.
I’m also happy to share a story written by Susan, one of our webinar participants:
I started “Little Red Riding Jacket” when it was suggested in a group
that everyone think about rewriting a fairytale. I immediately thought
of “Little Red Riding Hood” and changing the Wolf into a Coyote and
giving it a modern South Western spin.
I’m sure you’ll enjoy her tale as I did. You can find it here: www.lystigres.com
Here’s to your success and peace of mind,
Professor Marilyn Horowitz
Dreaming and Worrying
by Ric Dragon
Dreaming and Worrying
by Ric Dragon

We spend a lot of time imagining what could go wrong—or what could go right. Whether we’re worrying about disasters or dreaming up something bold, both are ways of looking beyond the present. But in the end, what we do with our time right now is what counts.
According to astrophysicists, our sun will enter its red giant phase in about five billion years and swallow the Earth. By then, of course, all traces of humanity will be gone—every Michelangelo, every cathedral, every book ever printed. And, yes, all the idiotic things we’ve created alongside our masterpieces. In short, humanity as we know it will have vanished.
When I first learned this at around age twelve, I was distraught. I shared my feelings with my father, who laughed and said [READ MORE]
