The light of a new day
My mother has a favorite saying: No problem looks as bad by the light of a new day. This blog reminds me how devastated I was last week. Now resolved, abandoned worry is the best kind. Funnily there is always something else, though I would be hard put to find something as horrific as an incurable disease in any of my piddly worries. I can worry about my children, whether I have ruined them somehow by always trying to push too much, that they will always wonder how deeply lovable and valued they truly are. Or I can worry about how hard my husband works and whether he is somehow shortening his life. Or I can worry if I will ever believe enough in myself to actually finish my damn book. Or worry about the world blowing up into World War III or some climate change horror scenario, and I didn't recycle that can last night... But it all pales in the light of day.
Here I am. New Wilco downloaded on the Itunes. Great vacation plans ahead, beginning this weekend with the Counting Crows concert which would be enough, but no, followed by a quick jaunt into Chitown for an exclusive museum visit for King Tut, and a fireworks boat tour. Then just two weeks till the ultimate beach vacation on "a private beach in Michigan." And then I can plan and obsess about my BIG Birthday trip to Paris. Ca-va? God what is there to worry about. I should worry about why I am so negative when I HAVE everything, love, success of the very truly meaningful kind, and an ability to grasp the reigns of my crazy brain and shake myself into a gallop. I am the luckiest f---ing bitch on the planet. Now if I could just get to work...
Here I am. New Wilco downloaded on the Itunes. Great vacation plans ahead, beginning this weekend with the Counting Crows concert which would be enough, but no, followed by a quick jaunt into Chitown for an exclusive museum visit for King Tut, and a fireworks boat tour. Then just two weeks till the ultimate beach vacation on "a private beach in Michigan." And then I can plan and obsess about my BIG Birthday trip to Paris. Ca-va? God what is there to worry about. I should worry about why I am so negative when I HAVE everything, love, success of the very truly meaningful kind, and an ability to grasp the reigns of my crazy brain and shake myself into a gallop. I am the luckiest f---ing bitch on the planet. Now if I could just get to work...