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Worrying is Like Being in a Rocking Chair...

"Worrying is like being in a rocking chair. It occupies your time, but doesn't get you anywhere." Yet, so many of us spend much of our lives doing it anyway. Why? We aren't all just a bunch of idiots (well, there are some exceptions...) who honestly think that if we worry about something, it won't happen. The reality is, worrying is not only a huge waste of time, but it's a waste of time that could be spent happily. We've all heard the corny saying about every minute spent frowning is 60 seconds of happiness wasted (no shit Sherlock, even I can do that math equation), but seriously... it's kind of true. In the large scheme of things, it's usually the things we least expect, the things we would never have even thought to worry about, that come out of nowhere and knock us on our ass. Let's take for example, the poor lady from the illustration who we will call Mildred. Mildred is so busy worrying about whether or not she put on deodorant, that on her way to work she has hit a tree, a construction cone, a bird, a feline of some sort, and some other unidentifiable objects. What potentially may have just been a semi-bad day of walking around work with pit stains and B.O., Mildred is now going to have a terrible day. She now has to re-plant the tree she ripped out of the ground, take the construction cone back to its original location, go to someone's home and tell them that she killed their cat, get an estimate of the damage done to her car, and she will inevitably be late to work. All of these events give Mildred even more reason to sweat profusely, get pit stains and will result in much worse B.O. than she ever would have had in the first place. The moral of "Mildred's" story is that we can't go through life worrying about putting on deodorant. There are so many people who put on deodorant and still smell bad, so it could always be worse. In all seriousness, worrying is not going to change things that have happened in the past and it's not likely going to prevent things from happening in the future. So if the outcome is going to be the same no matter what, why not enjoy each day to its fullest? Life is too short to be anything but happy! And if given the chance to talk to her, I'm sure Mildred would agree.

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Anonymous said…
Honestly...who would forget if they're wearing deoderant?
Anonymous said…
Emily, you're hilarious. I love your blogs...Hope all is well! Love-Tessa
Anonymous said…
Em-
Are you secretly talking about me when you said that some people put on deodrant and they still stink? (Wedding Day) Yes, I admit that I have a problem but jees do you have to tell everyone? Thanks:)

MM

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