by Mary Oliver
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,
It’s so hard to let go of worry. Will this relationship work out? What will happen if I buy this stock? What will happen if I quit my job and put my faith in the universe? haha. These are some of the many things I’m worried about. But at some point I need to just get out of my own way and live in the moment. Not everything will work out. We can only do the best we can do. The rest is just the rest.