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#TuesdayThoughts: Too much thinking

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So it’s Tuesday. I did a Mom Update, but if you just can’t put your mind to it right now, I understand.

It’s been a lot. It’s still a lot. We are all holding our breath, not really knowing if a line will be crossed that cannot be uncrossed.

Not a comforting thought.

And that’s the thing, I’ve been doing too much thinking lately. Way, way too much thinking. Pretty much none of it is good.

Meanwhile, in the background I’ve had a song stuck in my head, trust me you don’t want to know which, you don’t want it shared, but its frantic pace spins along with my thoughts. And I shouldn’t have written about it because it was finally gone and now it’s back.

Stupid earworm.

Mindfulness should help, but there’s a reason it’s called a discipline. Because it takes a lot of it.

Anyway, strength again to Ukraine, a huge chunk of those racing thoughts are with you.

Have a great Tuesday, whatever that is for you right now.

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Monday Thoughts for a Monday Blog

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By Marcobeltrametti [CC BY-SA 4.0 ], from Wikimedia Commons

It’s amazing how, even with all that’s going on, the Mondays keep on coming. Round and round we go.

Less despairing than last week, though I can’t tell you why, aside from the heartening images of people all over the country (and the world!) standing up for families. If you missed it and want to see some, check this out. Maybe things haven’t yet changed but they feel as though they could, and that’s the difference between darkness and light.

Which brings me to this tweet (!) from the Dalai Lama:

There is so much truth in that paragraph and so much work to do to get there. But it’s a place to start, a direction in which to head. We all deserve peace of mind, every one of us, and ours shouldn’t be predicated on the misery of someone else.

Maybe that’s too much for a Monday.

Or maybe it’s just right for a Monday. Maybe we can look to this week with the intention of kindness, with the intention of education, of being educated.

Please don’t confuse this idea with the hollow calls for “civility” from people who are anything but civil in their words, their ideas, their deeds. Such calls are nothing more than demands for submission and for acquiescence. There’s no desire for real “civility;” only the desire to make oppression easier.

So let’s not do that.

Let us be kind to the anxious, let us be kind to the people living, quite rightly in fear. Let us educate those who would perpetuate it.

And we’re off.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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You Might as Well Worry at the Clouds

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Just a moment ago, a heavy layer of clouds covered the sky, a threatening blanket of rain. It grew dark, and the air took on that metallic quality it does when clouds get full of themselves.

And then it passed.

The clouds are breaking off into fluffy, happy bunches, bright blue peeking from above. Maybe they’ll gather themselves again, maybe they won’t, but we won’t know until it happens.

Life is like that sometimes. The specter of something can seem so ominous, but, in the end, it can amount to nothing at all. Or, other times it can deliver what it promises, winds howling, big, mean drops driving, the sky flashing and roaring. But we can’t know which it will be until it happens.

We spend so much time worrying, wondering what the clouds will do. What the sky will do. What the weather will do, when, the truth is, our worrying won’t change a single thing. It can’t and doesn’t effect the outcome.

Clouds are clouds and life is life, and you can never be completely sure what will come from either.

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The Nature of Worry

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Worry is one of those things that hides in the corners, waiting for you to notice it. And once you do, that tiny little thing, that speck, doubles and triples and quadruples in size until there are no more corners, only the worry.

It doesn’t accomplish anything. That’s something people always remind you, if you’re prone to worrying. For the people who don’t, I wonder what that is like, to live in a world where things either happen or they don’t, and the time between doesn’t hold a single “what if.”

Sounds lovely.

I’m a champion worrier, eligible for the pro circuit. My worrying endorsements are through the roof. I’ve been on the cover of Worrisome Weekly.

You get the idea.

But maybe the worry  is just the flip-side to my vast imagination. Maybe without it, there would be no Innies, no Outies, no Aunty Ida. Maybe there is a silver interior after all.

But I worry there isn’t.