I have finally decided to stop worrying about most things. You know I will continue to worry about my children and family. That’s a no brainer, but everything else, I will not worry about and that includes my job.
I will let go, and let God. I will do as the song says, “Don’t worry be happy”. I will do what needs to be done, and let it go at that. I will be like the millennials, and the whatever else the younger generation is called. I will stop worrying.
It started a couple of years ago–I can remember it well. Up until that time I would be a nervous wreck when something went wrong in my house. I would talk out loud wondering how did this happen, why poor me, every time I got a nickel I had to spend a dime. You get the picture.
Well about 7 years ago our youngest fresh out of the Coast Guard was on her way to work when she informed me there was water in the kitchen on the floor. I immediately thought my loving husband had spilled a little something. Before I made it into the kitchen I walked in a river of water that had engulfed part of the den and office. The river was running wild in the sunroom, dining room, kitchen and laundry area–probably in the garage (but I didn’t care about the garage). I finally woke my husband out of a deep sleep, started to push water out, called the insurance company and waited on those that could help us dry out. Our house had taken on flood water, but being the worrier that I was, yes I had taken out flood insurance a couple of years before. While my husband continued to push out water, I got dressed and went to work. Now back in my younger days I would have had a crying, pity party, but I had matured–nature had run its course, and I had tried to be prepared for it. I did worry that the insurance would not pay off, but it did.
When they started to repair our house they told us we had a leaking pipe behind the washer because the paint would not dry. So me being the worrier had purchased a home warranty plan from a well-known company that I will not name (horrible company). Inbox me and I will give you their name. They sent plumbers who came out 3 times, and each time they informed me they had fixed the problem–paint still wouldn’t dry. So I decided to call a plumber I had used before the home warranty plan. The man came out looked at the wall, then at my newly laid kitchen floor and informed me I had a slab leak, and he would be back the next morning to let me know where it was located. Yes, it was under my newly laid floor, but again the contractor and I had planned, we had purchased more flooring than we needed. As the plumber jackhammered my floor on a Saturday which meant that we would have this gigantic hole in the floor over the weekend–I didn’t worry. If you came to my house doing that time, you would just have to walk around the hole in the floor.
Big White my 2003 Dodge Durango and I had a loving relationship. She had not been much trouble, a little bit here and there, but for the most part she ran good. Then one day in 2016 all kind of lights came on in her and would not go away. The mechanic informed me of the problem, and the cost–I cried when I had to let her go, but it was time. So instead of worrying about what kind of car I was gonna get, I just knew it had to fit in my garage. I didn’t worry about should I or shouldn’t I–it was time. I didn’t worry about it. Car note here I come.
Both my girls have left their jobs because they were not happy, and all I could think of was you have a car note, house note and other bills. They replied, don’t worry–be happy. Well they didn’t really say that, but that was their attitude. I was running around getting all worked up, and they were out having a good time. Yes, they were seeking employment, and yes they found what they were looking for. So why was I worrying? Because I am a woman of a certain age, but their father is a man of a certain age, and he doesn’t worry. Go figure.
And now my refrigerator all of 7 years old is on the blink. I can remember the one my grandmother had. I don’t ever remember it getting repaired, and I don’t remember her buying a new one. I could worry about the food that will spoil in the hot refrigerator and freezer, but I will do the best I can to save what I can. Then I will fill out the lost food form and hope for the best.
I say all of this to say I don’t have high blood pressure, and I will not get high blood pressure behind things that I cannot control. My husband gets upset at sporting events, I theorize that no one wants to lose, but somebody will. He theorizes that they can’t play, bad coaching, etc.
I will not worry, I will be happy–I will fix, replace or resolve what I can, and let go of the rest because some things are just out of my control. It’s call life.
Remember “thisisyourbestyear”. Don’t worry, be happy.