Last night for the first time in three months I got eight hours of uninterrupted sleep with fluffy dreams of cotton candy and clouds, rather than people from outer space who speak a language I cannot understand.
It has taken me three-quarters of a lifetime to learn the secret of how to stop worrying.
It is so simple I’m embarrassed to share this information.The absolute easiest and quickest cure for worry is to have a project you can engage in to the exclusion of all else going on in your life or the world. It must be something that consumes you, something that makes your heart sing..
I’ve learned two wonderful things over the past few years. 1) My gang of Baby Boomers has suddenly grown too old to die young – whew, what a relief. But 2) more important, we’ve found one is never too old to be young at heart – or so someone said – and we decided to test the hypothesis. (This photo is special because it has two of our “mamas” who left us much too early – Mrs. Higgins and Mrs. Hooker who are seated at left. They could always hang with us despite being a generation ahead of us.)
I have this cousin – Bill Poe is his name. Well. He’s not really my cousin but we pretend we are – it’s a long story which I won’t go into here because I can’t wait to share a brilliant prescription he gave me this week – ostensibly to be used in annoying moments – but I’m finding it has multiple applications.
I was perfectly content to watch the snow from the inside of my home last night even though I bemoaned my lack of desire to get out and play in it – build a snowman, throw some snowballs, gather some fresh snow for ice-cream. When did I outgrow that passion to experience such rarities in Mississippi?