29/10/2025
She'd had the library book for weeks beyond its due date, kept meaning to return it but somehow never quite getting around to it. The fine was mounting, which made her feel guilty, which made her avoid the library, which made the fine mount higher. A proper vicious circle.
Finally, embarrassed but determined, she walked in with the book and her wallet ready.
The librarian scanned it and smiled. "Ah, this one. Did you enjoy it?"
"I... yes, actually. Sorry it's so late."
"These things happen. That'll be £3.20 for the fine."
She paid, expecting judgment, but the librarian just processed it cheerfully and handed her a receipt. "Anything else I can help you with today?"
That was it. No lecture, no shame, just a simple transaction.
She'd been carrying anxiety about this for weeks, building it up in her mind into something much bigger than it actually was.
Walking to the fiction section, she realised she'd been avoiding the library—which she loved—because of a problem that took thirty seconds and £3.20 to resolve.
Sometimes we avoid things not because they're actually difficult, but because we've built them up into something enormous in our minds. And isn't it curious how often the thing we're dreading turns out to be much simpler than our anxiety suggested?
I wonder how soon you'll discover which of your mountains are actually molehills? 😉