I’ve been told I’m too serious.
Chill out! Relax! Just watch some TV, they say.
And you know what?
(I think it’s true!)
Sometimes something happens that I just can’t let go of. I think and turn and think – analysis paralysis. I’m a dog working the fluffy stuffed lamb to get the squeaker out. I might as well stand on my head and simply hope the answers to everything falls in. My brain desperately wants a reason, a why, closure, an epilogue that tells where everything ends up.
Rule 86.3 of Life: There is not always a squeaker. By the time epilogues come you don’t really care anymore.
I’m consciously working on accepting that I can’t necessarily solve it all tonight or even this month; it will take years and if I don’t stop gnawing at it I’m going to end up with rough spots in my mouth.
Relax and Enjoy.