Poet Mary Oliver wrote:
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
Worry. It can creep up on you and steal your power. As Corrie ten Boom, who helped many Jews escape the Nazis by hiding them in her house, said, “Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength.” Continue reading
Essayist and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” Continue reading
I realized the other day that there is always something. Those thoughts we worry about. It could be a pain in our body. But we forget about that when there is an issue at work. And then that gets an override from something our child is going through. Next it could be our parents or spouse, a fallout with a friend, or an unplanned payment on a house or car. In the end, all the worry we put into each issue just gets washed away without accomplishing anything. The issue is often still there but we have moved on from it. And the energy we invested was wasted. Continue reading