Imaginary Sorrow

TODAY'S QUOTE:

"There are people who are always anticipating trouble, and in this way they manage to enjoy many sorrows that never really happen to them."... Josh Billings

I've been conditioned from birth on to worry overmuch. What nature and nurture didn't teach, I learned at the hands of a husband who produced things to worry about by the thousands. He couldn't be bothered with finding solutions... problems where his specialty.

My mother fretted endlessly about what other people thought, while my father worried about nothing much at all that didn't involve a boat, a fish, a stereo, or a truck. My husband plotted endlessly about how to get hold of a dollar without breaking a sweat. Perspiration was my part... shame was my burden... abuse was my bedfellow.

Was is such a wonderful word. What was cannot become what is, without our permission. Learning that changed forever my perception of any worrisome situation. Shit-full is such an empowering emotion. When I decided to divorce myself from my fathers indifference, my mothers endless criticism, and my husbands tiresome demands I found I had very little to truly worry about. I don't fret over what was, I do my best nowadays to live happily within what is... or work toward what can be... was is over.


I try to only fret, if fret I must, about the things I can alter somehow. Most days I succeed. Old habits die hard though, so from time-to-time I get bitten by a deep dread of some sort or another. Imagined outcomes most often hold more danger and drama than what reality could contain.

Talking myself into waiting for the real thing isn't a difficult task. I refuse to be pestered for very long by any fictional dilemma. I've simply got too much factual happiness at stake. Refusing worry isn't a sin... it's a delight... worthy of the effort. Think about it.... let it ride.... then decide!!!!