“Don’t worry, be happy” used to be something that I would tell myself whenever I am distressed. But really, when you are worried, how can you suddenly become “happy?” For me, this quote or lyrics from Bobby McFerrin was not appropriate. But this quote adapted from an anonymous quote by Sam Baughn really seemed to “fit” me. “Worrying is like a rocking chair. You can rock all day and not get anywhere.”
I do admit that it's not a good set of mind for one to have: to worry over trivial matters. But this time, it wasn’t so trivial to me. It was the day when my report card came home. It was a quarter grade report but I didn’t do so well on it. So I really wanted to hide it somewhere so that my parents won’t see it. I hid it in my wardrobe, the wardrobe that my mom hates to look at because it is so messy. So I knew it was safe but it was, still, nerve wrecking. Should I just confess? It would feel so much better. But I was too nervous that my mom might find it while I’m at school. For two days, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but only on the report card. I literally rocked on my chair all day at school and got into trouble from the teacher, I kept on thinking of something else while my friends were talking to me, and I dozed off slightly during class dreaming about my mom finding the report card. How ridiculous? It wasn’t like my mom is going to kill me for getting a low grade. But I was just too timid to show her—I thought it was too late. Worrying all day, thinking all day, crying all day, sighing all day, I almost felt nauseated. I couldn’t think of anything now. Nada, nada, nada, nada, nada…The anxiety soon became a nihility—how ironic? As I came home, I went straight into my room and searched for my report card first. And yes, luckily, it was still there, right on top of my purple sweater covered with my white T-Shirt on top of it—ironically though, a T-Shirt that said “I’m a Straight A Student.” Was this some kind of sign? I couldn’t bear it anymore. So I decided to tell mom the truth and show her my report card. I carefully pulled out my report card and walked slowly towards mom. She was seemed to be very quiet today, which scared me even more. She usually said something when I come back from school. But anyway, I showed her my report card telling her that I have been hiding it for two days ad told her that I’m sorry. Apparently, she knew that the report card, the report card that I was trying to hide from her all day, came two days ago, but she just let me manage it. Embarrassing I was. I didn’t having anything to say, but that is when I realized that “worrying doesn’t get you anywhere.” I truly learned my lesson and since then, when I find my self worrying about something that is unnecessary, I really ask my self: “Am I rocking my chair again? Is this going to change anything?” Worrying only distresses you and distracts you from doing other things, so cliché to say, “Don’t worry, Be Happy.”
Nada=nothing in Spanish
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