You made it.
No monsters, no drug-crazed uglies, no cancer from second-hand smoke, no cops kicking down the door with guns drawn interrupted your sleep-path to set you loose from this reality.
It’s another day, and all those things you feared haven’t robbed you of getting to plod through it as best you can.
There’s something to be learned from that.
All that worrying and fretting you were doing yesterday, being scared of germs, or bosses, or cars running over you, or terrorists from somewhere else in this madhouse crawling up on the beaches of America with butcher-knives clenched in their teeth didn’t come in and set off a bomb to destroy you, didn’t poison your water because they’re jealous of the perfect existence you have.
The economy didn’t collapse during the night, dissolving the value of that plastic card with the strip on back telling whether you like cream in your coffee and other essentials about you.
Chinamen didn’t quit working three shifts manufacturing toasters for your breakfast, hair-dryers so’s you don’t have to use a towel instead of wasting a megawatt, sneakers to keep your foots off the carpet, rubber monster toys to give the kids something to do while they eat their burgers. Their factories are still cranking out US flags for you to wave, and rubber SUPPORT OUR TROOPS magnets you can put on your Japanese car.
They’re still believing the imagination of your plastic card means they’ll get something back for their labors eventually, so civilization’s still alive.
All’s well with the world. The things you worried over yesterday didn’t happen.
You might conclude all that worry and fear you allowed to sneak into your life yesterday to influence your thoughts and choices was wasted.
No. It did exactly what it was supposed to do.
All that fear caused you to project negative energy and anger all around you.
It helped you make lousy choices to give you more challenges for this life and gave you a leg-up to just keep on doing exactly what you’ve been doing so’s you can keep on doing it while the back of your mind keeps whispering something’s going to go kerplunk. It kept your antennae waving around listening to the airwaves for which monkey wrench is going to stop the flow of rubber monster toys, keep the commode from flushing, or raise the cost of whatever you’re putting up your nose.
But the sun’s up for a new day. Time to decide whether to repeat yesterday, or leave some of that fear behind and try something else. Worrying about getting an ulcer over worrying about getting an ulcer’s not the answer.
Jesse Winchester– Defying Gravity