I had a post-doc in worry. Covid pretty much cured me of it. Or cured me of the notion that worrying did anything but furrow my brow, wreck my sleep and drive me to consume copious portions of foods made from sugar, fats, and salt. Mary Oliver, of blessed memory and eternal wisdom, was a worrier too.
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
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Where are you with your worrying? Can you set it aside? How did you reach that state?