What if it never got out? What if it somehow wriggled its way into my gums and got terribly infected? What if I had to go to the dentist for it and end up with a long and painful procedure?
Some years ago, I’d have taken these thoughts seriously and spiraled into a full-blown panic-sweat-fest. Now, I saw it all for what it was: Thoughts. Autopilot thoughts, repeating stale stories of everything that could go wrong. Expect the worst, so reality feels like relief.
Now, the thoughts were just there. I watched. Then they were gone. I googled what to do, and found some useful tips. Tried some, nothing worked. I shrugged. Ah well, it would get solved somehow— either by me, the dentist, or out of the blue.
The next day, that nasty little piece was gone. I don’t know how. I don’t know when. I don’t care.
Things just work out.
They always do.
That’s all I need to know.
Love,
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