As Mom would say.... is like a Rocking Chair, it never gets you anywhere.
It is so built into my being now. I have seen too much not to worry. I know I can soon tuck the worry away but it just is sitting on my shoulders. I pound it down with a box of donuts but it creeps back. Looking for a new way to manage it but I think I have to come to realize it will always be there and be more accepting and forgiving. Sort of like Pope Frances suggested as a good theme for the year.
I worry. It sucks. I have a lot to worry about given what has happened. Time to acknowledge it is there and let it sit
on a shelf like that stupid Elf-on-The Shelf. I will let the Elf record the worry and report to some cosmic being that is taking care of things. I have to let it go and begin moving forward instead of waiting for the next shoe to drop.
Next shoe? You ask. Hasn't it already dropped like a big bomb over ancient and unreplaceable town centers? Oh, you must think there are only two shoes. Once you enter Cancer World, one discovers our monster is a long caterpillar with many many legs and matching shoes.
Time has come. Maybe that is my New Year's Resolution. I will put Worry away.