Yesterday, I shared with my boyfriend Michael the latest catastrophizing fear in my brain. Michael listened and then responded:
That sounds probable.
It’s probable that Michael was being sarcastic and it’s probable that I will continue to seek out Michael when I’m catastrophizing because it’s probable he will say something helpful.
It’s probable that I will continue to blog daily because that helps me, too.
It’s probable that I will snap photos and share them with you.
It’s probable that Michael is going to make something delicious for dinner, like those burritos.
I don’t know how probable it is that we’ll get a dog some day because of, you know, the cats.
It’s probable that comedian Pete Holmes is visiting Lexington High School in that scene from his excellent show Crashing (even though I initially thought it was probable that was my son’s high school, instead).
According to my news feed, it’s probable that many people will be running for U.S. President in 2020.
It seems probable, to me, that unless we human beings drastically change our behaviors, the future might look like the movie WALL-E.
It’s probable that my day at work today will be different from WALL-E’s.
It’s probable that some of my readers will comment and it’s more than probable that I’ll express gratitude to all who helped me create this “probable” post and — of course! — to YOU.
