I was chatting with a very good friend of mine a couple of days ago (lots of fun!). Isn’t it funny how time flies when you’re having fun? Uh-huh, that’s why songs have those lyrics, thank you very much, Gloria Estefan! 😀 harhar. Anyway. When it was time for goodbyes, she told me how she could now sleep as her kids were already home. Oh, yeah. Thank goodness I have a few more years before I have to deal with that kind of worry. But I certainly know how it feels.
Many years ago, when I was still…ahem… single, my brother’s room was right next to mine (separated by a shared bathroom). This room arrangement was great because he had a fantastic sound system (way back when there were 33s and spinners 😀 ) and because we come from a family that loves music, I loved being able to just open the adjoining door and get free entertainment without the job of having to lift the needle when the record had reached its end.
Having adjoining rooms also meant that I knew exactly when he came home (which was often in the wee hours of the morning). Since I have always been a night-owl, I was the one who received that call one fateful dawn when he called to say that he had been in a car accident and could I please send my brother-in-law (who lived with us then) over to help him out. Years after, I was also the one still up that other dawn when we received a call that my brother-in-law had himself gotten into a car accident. (I should sleep earlier, you think? 😀 )
You would understand, therefore, how I hate phones that ring at dawn.
(By the way, my brother ended up with a very Harry-Potter-like scar on his forehead that he never bothered to have treated by a plastic surgeon so he could have a visible reminder of how important it was to never come home that late again. My brother-in-law was coughing up shattered windshield glass and picking pieces of them out from his eyes weeks after his own accident. But thank God, they both cheated death. Guardian angels working overtime.)
Now really, why the need to talk of such awful stuff? Well, we all have things we worry about. I worry about getting phone calls that carry bad news. I worry about my kids slipping in the bath. I worry about losing the people I love without warning. What do you worry about? Or are you one of those lucky few who blissfully sashay and sway through life with zero worries? And tell me now, honestly, are there even people like that? 🙂
And yet… as soon as those troublesome thoughts enter my mind, I take my psychic broom and start sweeping them right out my mind’s door. Then I sit and say a prayer. Because, really, what can worrying do? We take the necessary precautions, and the rest is left to faith. I have a very active relationship with my guardian angel and the guardian angels of my family. I bug them all the time to keep those I love safe. And they do a great fantabulous job. So really, what’s the point in worrying? Doesn’t do any good… and it leaves wrinkles in its stead.
Again, it’s very simple… but it comes with a lot of affection and good vibes (and brooms to sweep worry away!). Enjoy, and please do be kind and leave a comment… I can’t tell you enough how encouraging it is to get comments, and how it truly helps me come up with stuff that would suit what you want. 🙂
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