I Beat the Bobby McFerrin Gag Reflex

Hey, I just realized I can now hear the song “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” without gagging.

You remember the old Bobby McFerrin ditty.

It goes like this…

Here’s a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry, be happy

Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no style
Ain’t got no girl to make you smile
Don’t worry, be happy

When that tune dominated radio in the late 1980s, I felt like shoving sharp objects into my ears.

And when it won Grammys for Song of the Year, Record of the Year, and Best Male Pop Vocal Performance in 1989…well, it wurnt purty around the Conger household.

But the song just popped on here in my offsite office at Café Ozone, and I didn’t get the urge to upchuck at all.

I’d like to think that’s a sign of personal growth.

Maybe I’m a tad less cynical than I used to be.

Or maybe I’ve finally learned that McFerrin had a good point to make.

In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy

Yeah, worry is a real killer.

“Worry is the most popular form of suicide,” essayist William George Jordan wrote. “Worry impairs appetite, disturbs sleep, spoils digestion, irritates disposition, warps character, weakens mind, stimulates disease and saps bodily health. … Worry is mental poison.”

So you might wanna heed Bobby McFerrin’s warning.

You don’t have to be a Pollyanna about it, but it can’t hurt to squash worry whenever you can.

You’ll find effective methods to do that here…

http://www.wallyconger.com/erasemoneyworries

And they don’t include listening to a marathon of “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.”

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