Good for Phil! It’s another way of saying.
Andy taught me that over 50 years ago, when we were still going together. I was a worrier and asked him once, “Don’t you ever worry about ..?” He said, “No, I’m too busy thinking about physics to have time for that.” It was a great lesson. Thanks, Andy!
What is your version of Phil’s toast and Andy’s physics(then)/the land(now)?
October 13, 2015
i like to think i don’t worry about things anymore.
ESPECIALLY things i have no control over.
but i think i do.
i guess i’m just a closet worrier! LOLOL.
love that cartoon.
it looks like one you would draw. especially the sentiment! xo
When I find myself starting to feel upset or sad about something I have no control over, I try to use the emotional energy constructively. That isn’t always easy, but it’s better than nothing.
one of my man-friends has to contend with many dire health issues all his life, he just turned 70 recently and one of my family members who knows of him, has no idea why he’s alive. I asked him once, years ago – and he said “why worry, I just get on with things the best I can”…this when he was in hospital and he kept smiling through all the test results!
I wish I could be that laidback on some of my issues…
What a great role model. I’m working on that myself, especially the smiling/sense of humor part. A most worthy project, I would say. Life does give us plenty of chances to practice, especially as we get older.
Sometimes I worry intensely about the future, at other times I just relax and let everything happen. I know it’s absurd to worry about a completely unknowable future but I do. I suppose it’s because I assume that getting older can only mean gradual decrepitude and I’d rather leave this earth before the rot sets in.
They do say old age isn’t for sissies. I’m working on my courage and sense of humor.
My formula is simple. Prioritise all your activities every day.
So when you were worried about your son and daughter-in-law how did you focus your energy and attention? Was worrying your top priority then?
I worry A LOT.
But I know why I am this way.
It’s because as a child, it was my complete responsibility to make sure that nothing happened to my little sister.
I watched her like a hawk.
I fretted over every possible threat.
I was terrified something bad would happen.
So all these years later, I’m still worrying about just about everything.
And my sister? She doesn’t worry about a damn thing.
That’s so unfair!