You’ll break the worry habit the day you decide you can meet and master the worst that can happen to you. – Arnold Glasow
I don’t think the phrase “meet and master” works for me. I’d maybe substitute “learn from” or “adapt to.” But the point is a good one.
When I think of the uncertainty surrounding my wife’s brain tumor and accompanying symptoms, do I worry about it? I do worry, but lately I seem to frame it with “I wonder what’ll happen next?” and then follow that with “I wonder how I’ll handle it?” followed by a vague “Help me handle whatever happens” type prayer.
Our local paper carried a story today about a young Northfield man who was killed last weekend crossing the street while at college. My sons knew him pretty well. I sometimes wonder why I don’t worry too much about my kids getting killed, since one narrowly escaped getting killed in a car accident five years ago. Maybe it’s because my wife’s always done the lion’s share of worrying about the kids. Or maybe it’s because that’s just the way we are.
Maybe I’m deluding myself, but I don’t seem to have a worry habit right now. It’s something to be grateful for, I guess.