Is worry part of aging? I've always been a worrier so I have nothing to gage myself against. I've written on this topic previously, but must do so again. Being a worrier, I notice the most bizarre things that most people overlook. It's not that what I notice is particularly strange, it's just commonplace subjects that pop out at me and my head can't let them go.
For example, while shopping at Wal-Mart, I noticed a live bait cooler. Now, there are live bait coolers in various places, like gas stations. Not a big deal - during summer. This is winter. Who needs worms in winter? Do people who ice fish use live bait?
My worry is that our winter is too warm for ice to form on lakes, so that ruins the possibility for ice fishing. However, this week it was close to zero. Who's going to stand at the edge of a pond and fish? How long do the worms last? Will they die before anyone buys them? Who collects the worms? And if the ground is frozen, how do people extract the worms? So many questions. I may not be able to sleep.
The world is full of major problems deserving attention, yet I fixate on the mundane. Perhaps it's a diversionary tactic so I don't face the true chaos around me. I'm like the ostrich with it's head in the sand.
It has been said that the first step to fixing a problem, is noticing the problem. I'll start off with baby steps and try not to fret about worms and turn my attention to areas that I can do something about. It's never too late to start something new and worthwhile. With effort, my baby steps may someday become a marathon of miracles.
Funny article, but what a great last line to hit us with ('With effort, my baby steps may someday become a marathon of miracles'), like a line of poetry.
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