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Day 1962: It’s not the end of the world

It’s not the end of the world.¬† We know this, because you are reading this blog.

“It’s not the end of the world” is something my parents used to say to me in the 1960s, especially during times when I thought the world was ending.

“It’s not the end of the world” is a phrase I repeat to myself and others, to reduce the cognitive distortion of catastrophizing.

It’s not the end of the world, even when you visit a place called World’s End, which could have been the site of the United Nations or of a nuclear power plant, instead of the park and conservation area it became in 1967.

 

 

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It’s not the end of the world when your Global Positioning System initially takes you to a neighborhood in a nearby town instead of the real World’s End, especially because there was beauty there, too.

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It’s not the end of the world when you can’t find the perfect song for a blog post, like I did today.

It’s not the end of the world when you temporarily lose your phone and can’t share¬† photos you collected the day before, because in this life, you often get a second chance.

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Thanks to World’s End, my late parents, my GPS system, the late Emilio Navaira, and — of course! — YOU, for making it to the end of this post.

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