Three hundred and ninety-two days ago (don’t worry, I’m counting), I wrote a post titled “A Year of No Worry.” Recently, I reminded Michael about our shared pledge to not worry for a year, starting on April 10, 2019. We laughed and noted how we had gone from worrying about nothing to worrying about everything.
Last night, Michael noticed that I was worrying about everything even harder than usual. So he told me he was making my favorite childhood comfort food, tuna noodle casserole, to help get me through the next few difficult days. (In case you’re worrying about tuna noodle casserole, I shall remind you that Michael is an accomplished chef.) Michael didn’t seem worried when I responded to his news by crying — he knows that kindness can make me cry (as well as cruelty).
Yes, I’m worrying about everything, including these recent photos.
I can NOT go from worrying about everything to not caring about anything in a matter of seconds, but I’m actually not worrying about that.
Hmmmm. I guess I am not worrying about EVERYTHING.
Once I heard that video quote Donald Winnicott, I stopped worrying about sharing that here. Here’s the quote:
The catastrophe you fear will happen has in fact already happened.
I’m worrying about how many quotes use “man” when they mean “human,” but I know they apply to women too.
I hope you’re not worrying about leaving a comment and I am NOT worrying about expressing my gratitude, here and now.