Tuesday, January 19, 2010
“Why worry be happy” as the not-so-old song says.
I pretty much embraced this philosophy over the last few years.
I got to the age where I realized that none of my worries ever actually happened.
Wrestling with the thoughts of an outcome I could do absolutely nothing about seemed to be a useless occupation in my mind.
I used to worry a lot, you see. Worry about my kids, my relationships, money, my health, your health, your depression, my depression, the plumbing.
What a complete and utter waste of time when I could be knitting a pair of socks.
Or just being in the now, enjoying that pink sunset.
I was stealing precious time from myself, and all the worry in the world wouldn’t get me the desired result of anything I was worrying about.
So I virtually abandoned it. Worry that is.
Life will run its course with or without me.
I’ve never been in charge.
Which is all in the way of saying: I had my appointment with the eye surgeon. And it was a classic good news and bad news scenario.
The bad news was I have hypertension in my eyeballs which can lead to glaucoma.
The good news is that I have extraordinarily thick corneas which research has shown prevent the development of glaucoma. So no immediate surgery or medication.
I am scheduled for more tests in the hospital about six months from now.
And seriously, I didn’t worry.
And thank you all for the show of hands and hearts.