I'm not going to dress it up differently than that.
And then I caught myself doing something I see constantly derail people - I was letting every possible worst-case scenario run through my head at once. Not one problem.
All of them. At once.
That's actually the point of this email.
Anxiety doesn't live in what's happening. It lives in the gap between what's happening and what you haven't figured out how to handle yet.
So I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote two words at the top:
If. Then.
If the surgery goes as planned, then physical therapy starts Monday, June climb stays on track.
If it's worse, then I adjust the keynote schedule here, arrange travel support there, and postpone June until next year.
It's not a finished plan or a solution. Just a game plan.
And the moment I wrote it down, something shifted. The weight didn't disappear. But it had somewhere to land besides my chest.
Whatever's sitting heavy on you right now - stop replaying it. Write it down. Build your if/then.
You can't control the outcome. You can always control the game plan.