I was worried this week. This is not the first time I’ve written about worry. That’s the thing about this adjective. We worry, and then when the worry is ridiculous, we talk about why we shouldn’t.

Are you worried this column will be confusing? Stay with me.

My niece was born very early in the morning last week. I pulled into the hospital parking lot, just as baby Norah made her entrance into the world. The timing must have been perfect for my sister and brother-in-law, who didn’t exactly want to see my smiling face in the delivery room.

I get that.

I waited in the waiting room for nearly thirty minutes to meet my niece. While I was waiting, (and drinking decaffeinated coffee, that I thought was full of caffeine – who has decaf coffee in a waiting room at 5 am?) I decided to pull out my laptop and work on this website for a while to pass the time.

That’s the thing about owning your own business. Work is always on my mind, or in this case, in my black computer bag. Here’s where the worry comes in.

I promised my husband that my new full-time job (Her View) would bring in a similar income as my previous gigs. Last spring I said something like this.

“Of course this site will be successful. Of course I can secure enough advertisers each month to pay our bills and run a real business with paychecks and other business like stuff.”

He believed me. He’s good like that. 

I think I believed me, too. 

Each day I must stay on track with set goals. And that means each hour (especially business hours) is crucial for our growth and success.

But a hospital waiting room with a very poor Wi-Fi signal isn’t the best place for a business to thrive. And so, worry crept in. All I wanted to do was meet my niece and spend the next day soaking in this precious baby girl.

But worry got to me.

“Gosh, why can’t I just relax and be excited for my sister?” I thought to myself. “And why is the Wi-Fi signal so terrible?”

It didn’t improve. I was able to get one article posted and spent the rest of the day away from my website. That night, I logged on and found that one article that I managed to post was going viral very quickly. One week later, that one article (and the ripple effect of others after it) boosted our site to give us one of our highest viewed weeks in its history. 

Why was I worried again?

I tell you this story as a reminder. Worry is such a ridiculous emotion. I know this. You do, too. And yet we let it creep into our lives so often, it becomes a part of us. 

What are you worried about today? Can you do something about it? If not, let go and have a little faith that things will all work out just the way it’s intended to be.

That’s my reminder. I hope it helps you, too. 

By the way, my sweet niece and I were able to officially meet late last week. She’s tiny (born 5 weeks too early) but that didn’t stop her favorite aunt from holding her. (That’s me, in case you’re wondering.)  I rocked her for only a few minutes, but those few minutes were full of love and beauty and no worries in the world.

Especially when I handed Norah back to her mama. No worries, sister of mine. She’s is healthy and happy, and you’re already an incredible mom.