Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.
Life is too short to worry. It is one of my best lines because it is my weakest area. I worry about the tomorrows I know nothing of. I worry about mistakes I made in the past; which for the most part, I can not go back and undo.
I worry about hurting family and friend’s feelings. I am extremely worried about this year at Christmas. I have always managed to pull off gifts for my kids and have a good feeling about the whole holiday.
This year is different. Not only am I not up where most of my family resides, where I can be the one who provides the home and food, I am fighting having a job that takes care of the bills. On top of that, I have this huge dental bill right before Christmas.
I never want to hurt my kids in any way, but I wish gift-giving was out this year and concentration of spending quality time together and pigging out on all the food that will add to the table would be the high-light.
I worry about all the families in the world whose children have bought into, by innocence, that the day of Christmas is all about getting gifts. Those families that have to carry the guilt within themselves about not having the extra money this year and how in the world are they going to explain to their kids that Santa may carry less gifts or none at all makes me so sad.
I know that when I was a kid we didn’t get tons of gifts. I know that I did get the gift that I asked for. Added in to that were pajamas and maybe slippers or a house robe. We could expect to go to Grandma’s house and open a gift of a game or maybe a Bible or a locket.
My best memories were not the gift, but the day of all being together. Laughing, eating, playing tag inside and out. Being so tired that my eyes were shut by the time we left their drive-way; those are my awesome memories.
Today, Christmas represents not only Christ, but almost equal to it in size, stress. Most are so relieved when the day has ended, and twice as upset when the credit card bills start coming in.
I hate it when I worry, but no matter what I do, I am not able to stop it. Praying does help but I find myself still worrying. There is a difference between having compassion and empathy for other families or understanding the hurt my kids may feel from not having that big Christmas like years before.
Worrying about it just doesn’t help. Christmas will come and Christmas will leave for another 365 days. It is up to me, on how I look at it and handle it this year; but I worry, I already know this. Now that I look at what I wrote, the words worry and coward are synonyms. It is hard to have one without the other.
What makes us afraid enough to worry? Any ideas you want to share with me?