Growing up my sisters and I loved our father's friend Judge Cohn so much that we had absolutely no regard for his busy schedule. We would run straight to his office for non-stop chitter chatter and to ogle his civil war memorabilia.
I mean what job? Wasn't his first name Judge?
I remember being completely certain that Judge Cohn was the real Jiminy Cricket, Pinocchio's sage conscience from the Disney Movie.
Small in stature, conversation starting hat, and good advice...
As I got older I didn't run to his office, I walked in (still likely assuming he had plenty of free time). He would ask me about school and once when he found out I was taking Latin classes he loaned me a very nice book about the language. I pretended to read that book most diligently and returned it in a reasonable time because he always said, "Lend a book, lose a friend".
I never thought that Judge Cohn would be in my life longer than my father. He continued to be a big part of my life after my father died from cancer when I was the ripe old age of 24. Judge Cohn was right there when I needed him surrounded by his collectible cannonballs and ever relevant advice.
"Don't confuse worrying with thinking."
This was, and still is my favorite "Judge Cohn-ism". Many times we think we are really tearing down a problem by going over it again, and again, and again.
When the truth is that we are really tearing down ourselves.
I call these "mental tornadoes". This worry may start small, but as we feed it and spin it, it begins to grow until we no longer have control.
This is not thinking.
Notice it and walk away. Get out of your head and into the world. Walk, read, watch a funny movie. The problem, issue, "thing" will be there when you're ready problem solve, but the tornado will have passed.