My dad always used to say that I wasn’t happy unless I had something to worry about. My mother always used to say that life would get easier and I would worry less as I got older.
I think that my mom’s wisdom has prevailed (sorry, dad!). Now that I am in my mid-40’s, I find that I worry much less than I used to. Probably growing older, of course, has helped. I don’t have a lot of *adult* responsibilities, either. No kids. No possessions, really. It’s kind of a light life. And I like it that way.
Interested to see, over at Brain Pickings, a post about worry. That it seems to be just part of the human condition. And that there have always been something that we have wrestled with and struggle overcome.
I don’t know about for you, or for the ages. I am just in gratitude. For reaching this time in my life and having experienced and seen the other side of some pretty low lows. For therapy. For finding the right medication to handle my chronic anxiety. For getting into the groove of life and trying to, in the words of Woody Guthrie, “Take it easy. But take it.”
I know that life surely has some more tricks up its sleeve. But likely not the ones that I have fretted and fidgeted about over time.
Cheers! Relax. Enjoy. Repeat.
For today, it’s all good…! XXX