Worry is the misuse of
imagination. I am NOT sure who said this. I have it on a coaster I haven’t
unpacked yet. I think it so often Now it is almost a mantra. BUT… this was NOT
always the case. And Now & Again I still fall face-first into worry. So BE
it, eh?!
I used to BE a first-class worrying dervish. I could worry a
good time into a little slice of poo-pie
in a blink. I was known as “Worry-Currie” and did NOT feel like that was a
“bad” thing…
I wanted to post my Gratitude from yesterday’s first writing
this month, but when I opened up the little Chromebook at my mum’s, I forgot I
could best DO that by posting directly onto my I Love You, Currie blog and
THEN sending the link via email.
I didn’t remember, I didn’t try. I just Let Go. I enJOYed
the hours spent at Mum’s. Watched a bit of CBS Sunday Morning she’d DVR’d,
peeked at football, and deLIGHTed in a Sunday meal that was truly a taste
treat.
I got home by 6, BEfore “dark,” and in bed early enough to
read awhile BEfore turning the light off. Such a simple day. So easy. Fun. And
awake at 4:30-ish. I’m adapting. I’m home Now. Here…
I love you, Currie
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