No OCD here but when I start into my worry mode I remind myself of all the things I have spent time worrying about that haven’t happened. When I was a kid I would actively wish for the opposite of what I wanted so that I could be “disappointed “ by getting what I really wanted. I must have felt the gods were particularly interested in thwarting me . I slaughter that political parties woo me to join them. Do they not know that my vote is the kiss of death?
Have a wonderful Christmas and New Year with your friends and family.
Love this post, as so many of your words of wisdom. Thank you for creating such thought provoking content. Wishing you and your family happiness, today and always 💖
My family were Prairie people; superstitions everywhere. Folks tossing salt over their shoulder, an aunt who would never leave by the same door she entered (in the back door, so she could leave by the front). And don't get me started on sports teammates.
No OCD here but when I start into my worry mode I remind myself of all the things I have spent time worrying about that haven’t happened. When I was a kid I would actively wish for the opposite of what I wanted so that I could be “disappointed “ by getting what I really wanted. I must have felt the gods were particularly interested in thwarting me . I slaughter that political parties woo me to join them. Do they not know that my vote is the kiss of death?
Have a wonderful Christmas and New Year with your friends and family.
Was your mother Irish then ? Here’s a Xmas poem for you.
PRECIOUS
He gave me a spruce lap desk
for writing in bed that Christmas.
It was rubbed into fragrance with oil of almond
and to lift the slanted top was to fall
into reveries with pens and the child’s
delight in things unused. But it lay heavily
against my knees, as if a lid had closed
down on me. It saddened him, I know, to see
how seldom I used it. Some gifts are sent
only to haunt. Now he’s gone
how lightly it rests the length of my thighs, and
lightly does my pen move the heavy words
under the downcast lids.
Tess Gallagher 1991
Love this post, as so many of your words of wisdom. Thank you for creating such thought provoking content. Wishing you and your family happiness, today and always 💖
My family were Prairie people; superstitions everywhere. Folks tossing salt over their shoulder, an aunt who would never leave by the same door she entered (in the back door, so she could leave by the front). And don't get me started on sports teammates.