When that gut-pang of anxiety hits—wondering where the time went (again), putting off calling the internet company for the twelfth time, or facing a messy kitchen on Sunday night—I tell myself: no drama.
This phrase interrupts the spiral of frustration from why can’t I just wake up with my alarm? to why can’t I keep up with life?"
No drama shakes up the tendency to overestimate the stakes while underestimating my own resourcefulness.
This isn’t just a pattern interrupter—it’s also a cue to widen my perspective, creating space to get curious around easier or more creative ways to go about what’s challenging (like watching SATC while organizing a cabinet bursting with mismatched Tupperware lids).
It gives me a beat to ask questions like, What am I believing about myself—or my life? And Does this actually need to happen at 11pm???