Anxiety Cost

Anxiety cost - the longer you wait, the more time you have wasted thinking about it and the more you could have saved by just doing it. 

If this is the definition then please, draw me selling things on Facebook Marketplace as the picture next to the definition. 

I hate throwing stuff away. Hate it. I don’t know if it is the middle class in me that feels like it is so wasteful to throw away stuff that has plenty of life in it or it’s my desire to contribute to the overall health of our planet in insignificant ways but anytime I throw something away that could be sold or given to someone else, I experience guilt. 

Yet, I have this stupid anxiety I experience selling stuff on Facebook Marketplace. I think this stems from me not needing the money so the idea of haggling and waiting around for people to pick something up 30 minutes later than they were supposed feels absolutely grotesque. 

Or maybe it is the slight inconvenience of needing to take pictures. 

Either way - I have been thinking about getting rid of a ton of plants that I don’t take nearly as good of care of as they deserve and they give me anxiety because I constantly feel bad that I’m not taking care of them but because they aren’t in great shape, I feel bad listing them but they are worth money and need the care.

So where does that leave me? 

Sitting here, causing more anxiety in myself by writing this post rather than turning around to the plant corner not 5 feet from me to take a picture to post to Facebook. 

I have been doing this for… Months?

Not the blog post. Just shaming myself for the plants not being in perfect condition and me vowing to take care of them but not taking care of them so they continue to look pitiful so I know I should post them but instead don’t until another weekend passes and I lengthen the time I sit with my anxiety. 

You know what? Maybe I’ll do it. 

Maybe just maybe, I’ll do it. 

And decrease my anxiety cost. 

Maybe. 

Tomorrow.