I’m sure I’ve written many blog posts about worry, but I’m not going to worry about that right now.
Last night, I saw this bumper sticker ….
… and I worried about what it meant.
Should we worry? Does worry do any good? I say that worry doesn’t help but I hear people insist that worry helps them plan and act.
My recent worries have included remembering to take my medication,
making sure the cats don’t get out and get eaten by coyotes,
and the world’s most sensitive dining room table (refinished once already in its short life and showing signs of distress after yesterday’s retreat).
Here’s my solution to the worry about the world’s most sensitive dining room table. I’m going to use that table the way I used my old, less sensitive dining room table, letting go of any worry about what might happen. If every-day use affects the table, I’m going to celebrate those changes. In other words, I’m looking at the table as a canvas — an ever-changing piece of art — that will record our enjoyment of it.
In the meantime, I’ll still
- remember to take my pills,
- try to prevent the cats from getting out, and
- enjoy the views along the way.
I don’t worry about reusing this Jacob Collier rendition of “Don’t You Worry ‘Bout a Thing”…
… or about getting comments on this post.
Thanks to all who helped me create this “Worry” post and — of course! — to you, no matter what your worries are.
I worry I can’t eliminate worry from my life. I’d like to not worry about a thing.