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I Spiraled For 48 hours. For Absolutely Nothing

Greetings, my lovely followers. Whether you’re a seasoned subscriber or just stumbled upon my world, welcome to the chaos.

This week so far? Full of surprises.

Not all bad, but I’m the type who runs through every possible outcome before anything even happens. Stressful? Absolutely. Will I stop? I certainly hope so.

And if you haven’t guessed it yet, let me come clean: I’m definitely a worrywart.

Now that we’ve established that, let me spill some tea fresh from my weekend...

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It’s Saturday evening. I’m trying to relax, maybe catch up on some much-needed peace and quiet, when my phone rings. It’s a colleague, we do the same job, just at different branches of the same company. I pick up, thinking it’s going to be a casual chat.

If only it were!

He starts with the usual greetings and small talk. Then he drops the bomb: he’s resigned. Just like that.

I blink. Pause. Try to keep my voice neutral while he goes further into his reasons for leaving, solid ones, to be fair. He talks about how draining it’s been, how our boss has been... well, let’s just say “less than fair” and how working in a one-man business is slowly eating away at his sanity.

Understandable.

Then he gets into the good stuff, like the new job he’s been offered. Better pay. Actual structure. Peace of mind. Mental stability. You get the gist.

And I’m genuinely happy for him—I am!

But while he’s pouring his heart out about finding his freedom, guess what thought is singing in my head?

“How will this change affect me?”

Because honestly, in a company like mine, one person leaves and someone else's workload mysteriously doubles. And guess who that someone might be?

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Let me give you the backstory real quick.

Like I said, we do the same job. But he’s at the well-established, extremely busy branch with a long list of clients and a history as old as time. I, on the other hand, work at a newer, quieter branch where things still smell like fresh paint.

In terms of output? He handles way more than I do.

In terms of salary? Just a slight difference.

So… do the math.

With him leaving, guess whose name might get thrown into the “You can handle a bit more, right?” discussion.

So yeah. That’s my worry.

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Now fast forward to Monday morning.

I had spent the entire weekend worrying. I barely slept or ate, just kept obsessing over how to dodge a transfer to that pressure cooker of a branch.

Don’t judge me... I just couldn’t help it.

So there I was, waiting for my boss’s call, counting the hours until I would get the inevitable “opportunity.”

But to my surprise… nothing.

I went to my branch as usual. Still nothing. Then suddenly, our PRO walks in and casually drops the update: my colleague really did resign on Saturday, and my boss had already hired someone else to replace him.

I was stunned.

So I asked, “Why didn’t he offer it to me?”

Her response?

“He said he didn’t think you could handle the pressure at that branch.”

And in that moment… I didn’t know whether to be offended or relieved.

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Now, as much as I’m tempted to overanalyze whether to be offended or relieved… I’m honestly too exhausted and tired of over thinking situations that might not even turn into anything.

This isn’t the first time something like this has happened, but it’s like I never learn. So I’m trying—really trying—to take a step back and stop obsessing over things I can’t control.

Because what’s the point of worrying myself into a panic over outcomes that aren’t even mine to decide?

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So if you’re a fellow worrywart, here’s your reminder:

Take a breath. Let go of what you can’t control, and maybe... just assume the door’s locked. (Okay, fine! check once. But that’s it.)