08/05/2021
Hi Daniel,
Ive been a little busy, and a little preoccupied. I would like to meet up again soon.
I played in a golf tournament, did really well. And worked a couple of extra days.
But, Ive been stressing out lately because i got some tonsil stones....These are very persistent and have caused my tonsil to swell on the right side. Of course I went to google and got really scared with the worse case scenarios on there. Youtube has lots of people with similar situations, and it was comforting to see that it is very common. I've been trying some home remedies and have some success but am still anxious. As you know I have a fear of doctors....sheez.....
Its a little embarrassing, but If I cant tell you who can I tell ?
So thats my story.
Let me know what you think.
******, (USA)
My reply : Well Mr **** this is wonderful news.
You're playing golf well, you're working - and you now know how you're going to die.
Death by tonsils. There are worse ways to go!
Will you do me a favour and on the other side wait for me at the pearly gates - they should have given you your tonsils back by then if you ask nicely, you may have to use telepathy though if not, so get some practice in. I have had an obsessive schizophrenic stalker ex-client for over 4 years who's said I'm brilliant at it. I never knew! The things you learn in life, eh?!
I've been thinking of death recently myself and I'm getting worried too. I'm fearing that I won't have enough people to laugh with up there for the rest of eternity. I mean that's a "Hell" of a long time for a place called "Heaven". Maybe it'll be more fun if I take the lower option. I think I might have more chance of bumping into old mates down there in "Hell". I can think of a few ex-girlfriends who might well make the grade too. But just in case I've been good enough and get in, will you please wait for me by the pearly gates as I blooming well hope there are enough Enneatype 6's up there to make us all laugh, as otherwise it's going to be an extremely boring existence!!
I've thought about your epitaph too which can go on your gravestone, it's Spike Milligan's (a 6w5 like us) but most in the USA won't know that, so they'll think you were a genius. It goes like this - "I told you I was ill".
Tonsils are about having a voice, so speak up dear man and say what you need to say. You're allowed to now. It's the best medicine. Get it off your chest and through your throat and then out of your mouth. You'll feel better... And they say nothing in life is free. What do they know? And who are they anyway? No-ones ever seen them!?!
And don't just fear Doctors, be terrified of them! That's a pathetic case of worrying. Get better at - please practice more, and stop using any of these tools to create more peace and evolving to listening to your inner guidance, as opposed to the wonderful and intelligent worrying egoic 6 worst-case scenario mind.
If you manage to live just a little bit longer you may well get that spiritual author and You-Tuber John Butler to meet you at the pearly gates yourself as he's much more close to death now he's in his early 80's. He literally says "I'm just a bag of bones and flesh now these days". He doesn't seem to care anymore. What a fool, he should take up worrying more to save his life!
Well that's my take, I'm sure you've found it insightful and riveting and not laughed and nearly fallen off your chair. I certainly hope not, you might then have had an accident and then die even sooner. My God, then your wife might then sue me. I know what you Americans are like.
It's a terrible business you know this thing called life. My bet is none of us is going to get out of here alive. But what do I know? I just keep thinking about all the things I wish to do before then instead. How absurd, I know I'm odd. But I like it. It's better than being even. It seems to work for me!
I'll leave you now for a while as I go back to some peace, I'm an idiot I know, I have thought recently I might go back to more worrying just to prolong my life, but I seem to be quite content with going when God wishes to take me and I have strange feeling because of that I'm going to have to wait an extraordinarily long time for death. I'm going for 106 years old these days and to live healthily and well - right up to when I pop my clogs. Such a wonderful expression. How does one pop, and I've never owned a pair of clogs - yet. Maybe I will start cutting down a tree and making them tomorrow and research "Popping". 106 was actually thereabouts what I shot when I last played 18 holes of golf myself actually.
It's a little embarrassing, but if I can't tell you, then who can I tell?
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Oh my....you are so funny!
I haven't finished reading it yet, but I wonder how you .......oh never mind.
By the way I was even par after 15 holes and leading the tournament and then...well bad hole. Didnt won but earned a spot in the championship next month in Carmel.
Ha!
OOOOOOOK. I have now finished reading your email. It is quite original. At first I thought it was a template and that you had merely inserted a few facts to personalize it to me. But in more thorough investigation I see it was indeed written solely for me. I am flattered at your attention and for taking the time to address me directly. If I didn't know you for the lovable enneagram 6 with a 5 wing that you are I would say you are quite mad. But the fact that I would work with a mad man would stir up some other phobic bu****it long time obsession and I am too busy worrying about tonsils right at the moment.
IN fact. you might want to use that "ode" of yours in some social media usage. In which case I should get a bigger discount, being as I am kind of a co-author, contributor....?
I won't bore you with my 1 under par front nine, even after 15, and disastrous 16th hole. I have found that most people that can't break a hundred don't want to hear me snivel about not shooting in the 60's....Funny though, the zen like quality I had for most of the round as I went into it not really giving a flying f**k how I played...But when I realized I was still even par and in position to win it....well.....you know...I "got in my own way"
All kidding aside....
Thanks Daniel, that was a masterful "ode to anxiety". Let's get back at it.
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An email exchange with an American client I've worked with for a while, who suggested I share it on social media 😇🙏🧘♂️
