The Part of Me That Worries

I made a New Year's resolution on January 1, 2026 that I couldn't keep. I resolved to stop worrying. I've made resolutions and kept them before — things like exercise and diet. This worry resolution seemed like the best resolution I could make this year. I kept it a couple of days. I did pretty well for the first couple of weeks. Somewhere around February or March I fell off the wagon completely. And now, in May, I think I understand why. Why are resolutions so hard to keep? Especially when related to deeply ingrained habits? I think it's because the part of me that worries is not the part that made that resolution. I've read that if you were to zoom in on a table, once you've zoomed in enough, you would find more space than matter. So what I view as one table is actually a community of atoms, arranged in space, in such a way that when zoomed out, a table appears. I can put a cup on it. And yet, there is no "it." I think the same is true of us. Zoom in enough, and there's more space…