The story of Chicken Little has always struck me as a bit odd. When you really think about it, isn’t it kind of an unfair take on a character who’s simply trying to warn everyone about impending doom? It feels like a caricature—a patronizing, and perhaps even sexist, portrayal of someone with concern, care, and a desire to protect. Chicken Little is depicted as alarmist, hysterical, and naive. But what if we stopped for a moment and looked at her differently?

In a way, I think I’m grateful to Chicken Little. She saw something she believed was a real danger and tried to sound the alarm. That takes courage. Whether it’s an environmental activist warning about climate change, a researcher flagging health risks, or just a friend expressing concern, we need people who care enough to speak up. So here’s to Chicken Little—maybe she wasn’t so silly after all.

That said, I’m not sure I’m in a place where I want to hear it right now. Even if Chicken Little were absolutely right and the sky really were about to fall, I don’t think joining her in dread and panic would help. Worrying alongside her might give the illusion of action, but would it accomplish anything? Or would it just drain me, leaving me feeling worse without making the situation any better?

I’ve realized that sometimes, the most constructive thing I can do is acknowledge the warning and then step back. Not to ignore it, but to stay centered enough to focus on what I can do. Worrying won’t stop the sky from falling—it will only cloud my ability to think clearly and act meaningfully.

So while I appreciate Chicken Little for her concern and her courage, I’m choosing to disengage from the endless cycle of fear and alarm. If the sky falls, I’ll deal with it when it lands. Until then, I’m focusing on what nourishes me, grounds me, and keeps me ready for whatever comes next.