The Art of Overthinking

Hello. My name is Joy. And I am an overthinker.

I love overanalyzing things to death. Somehow I don't always let these millions of thoughts out and burden everyone around me with them... only a select few (you KNOW who you are). I overthink which outfit I'm going to wear, what I'm going to eat, how I'm going to exercise, what music to listen to, what plans to make with friends, which room to clean, which eye shadow to apply, where to go on vacation, how to cut/color my hair, which project at work to tackle first, when to clip my dog's nails, which color should I put on my own nails... the list of trivialities goes on and on. But once all the possibilities have played out in my head and the decision is made, I never have regrets.

Here's where I get caught up on the bigger issues. The overthinking is still there. When I picked my apartment, it was like I was choosing the place I would be required to live in until the end of all time. When I buy plane tickets, I fret over getting the best price and picking the right dates as though I'm locked into selling my firstborn based on the decision. And when I date, I get to a point where I scruntinize everything about the date, myself, and the man himself as if one more date solidifies my future to the point of being set in stone with no turning back.

Whew. The realistic side of me KNOWS to stop, do some square breathing, and just go with the flow. Once I do, all is right with the world.

The Art of Overthinking. Embrace your overactive brain. Don't let it get the best of you. Just be. Overthinker and all. That's my lesson to myself...