Every morning the past looks different. A new yesterday overlaid giving it an unexpected hue. I can worry away the minutes of today (and I probably will), but I cannot predict tomorrow or the next day or the next.
And yet, even knowing this, I worry.
Has the future ever turned out the way I imagined it might? Never. This is a blessing and occasionally a curse. The things I held onto with utmost certainty have often been the heart-strings painfully pulled apart. All the while, worries that had taken up my entire world, never see fruition.
What am I trying to say?
I don’t know. I only know as I sit here on this Friday morning on the first of September, I’m worrying. I’ve had two cups of tea as I’ve looked around at my new home. Once again I’ve realized I would never have imagined this new address. Even a year ago I would have insisted I could never live in Las Vegas. Yet here I sit. Alive.
And isn’t that what matters in the end?
I guess I do know what I’m trying to say. I will continue to worry. I will continue to live. And I will continue to be amazed by it all.
Every word rings true…
I so often have these feelings, but (again) you have communicated them in such a way to cause me to pause. To look around. To exhale. And to agree.
Live with amazement, my friend…
G.
Thanks G. As always I appreciate the simple fact that you take the time to read my words.
Read and appreciate…
🙂
Perspective my friend……perspective, and it changes from time to time as we grow.
Thanks for shedding light on something we all do…worry