“Think like a guy, Jen,” my husband tells me.
He says it when I’m overthinking something. When I’m assigning too much value to a
comment made to me, or when I’m regretting something I should have said, didn’t
say, should have done, didn’t do, or any other number of things that have the
ability to make me anxious.
“Guys just assess the situation, evaluate how much it
affects them, and move on,” he shrugs.
“You’ve gotta learn to think more like us.”
I like the simplicity of this perspective, even from a man
who doesn’t necessarily follow his own advice all the time. In spite of his flippant dismissal of certain
things, my husband is a very intelligent and thought-filled man and there are
times he, too, overthinks situations.
But mostly he handles things in a simple, matter-of-fact manner: where I would worry or fret, he just moves
on.

Maybe that’s another way to phrase my husband’s advice to “think
like a guy.” If the show stinks, change
it. If the game’s over, find a new
one. If the channel isn’t interesting or
doesn’t need your attention, move on.
In the past few years, I’ve been experimenting with this
approach, with varying levels of success.
When it works, I find it wildly liberating. Turns out I like being in charge of my own clicker. When I find myself obsessing or
over-analyzing something, I literally imagine a little remote control in my
head, and I decide if the show is one I need to keep watching, or whether it’s
time to change the channel. It really
works. There’s intense relief in
evaluating my role in a situation, deciding I really don’t have one, and
letting go.