I used to think roller coasters were fun. Maybe it is just age, or a Type A personality that shows itself a little more all the time, but I'm sick of waiting for things. Show of hands: Who is good at waiting for the next phase of life to unfurl? C'mon, no matter how much you believe that you shouldn't worry and that things will be as they are meant to be, who is actually good at it?
Where has the girl gone who used to feel measurably more optimistic just singing along with "Something's Coming" from West Side Story? When did I start worrying so much? When did I start to believe that nobody can do things as quickly or as well as I can? Am I alone? Do we all do this?
Specifically, Will We Move? When? When can we fix the things that need fixing? Will we have another child? When? Will we be able to replace my car? When? Will Spring come soon? Will it rain tomorrow?
Do I KNOW that it is not my job to worry about these things? Yes. But. Well, c'mon...raise your hand!
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Raising my hand swiftly... all I can say is "are you living my life?" And I know...
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