Worrywort!

"The best thing about the future is that it comes only one day at a time." ~ Abraham Lincoln

It's so easy to get pinned under the gigantic thumb of stress, especially when it's about something that hasn't even happened yet. For example, I'm in my mid-thirties. My life is normal from the outside and I've got everything a stay-home-slave could want: a lovely tile roof over my head (which I am responsible to clean everything under and around), a nice car that's paid for (that daily groans its complaints of new aches and pains), food on the table (which I am responsible for creating some type of edible concoction daily), and all of my other needs met (monetary ones of course).

But what happens next? That next bridge I need to cross could just show up on my map tomorrow and I feel so unequipped to make my way over it, especially when I don't know what type of bridge it is. An entire plethora of things could make up the composition of that gateway to my future and the truth . . . it scares my lunch outta me!

Then I see this quote, the one above, and I realize too many things in the space of an organic second. I could stress about yesterday (and how it's shaped my perception of life) but what's the point--what's done is done. I could worry about each second as I live it but then am I even really living my life. I could even fret about five minutes from now but I'd likely waste 4.5 of those trying to cope with how much I've got to accomplish and how little time.

The times of the above are all equivalent to a cat chasing its tail, trying to get it to just go away. Stupid cat!  >.<  Either it's for entertainment value because the cat is bored and no one is around to distract it, or the cat is completely paranoid--never mind that exhaustion is one of the only things that will stop the pointless chase.

My point in this is simply that no one truly has control over the future. True, we can make decisions that will impact and somewhat shape tomorrow (and maybe even next week) but the endless supply of Life's variables make it impossible to accurately stress about what's coming our way.

Why worry about tomorrow when Tomorrow's face changes daily? You might not even recognize it when it shows up.

See you tomorrow, unless I waste all of my time worrying about what to write about . . . = D