Life is never as simple as we want it to be, and at the same time it's far more simple than we think.
It's an annoying thing to think about, I mean, we look at what's behind us and we look at all that lies ahead, and (at least for me) it all seems incredibly daunting. Though, I'm a perfect example of an over-worrier anyway. Yes, I have a penchant for thinking of things in only a scale that will terrify at first glance.
A friend of mine, when asked about how simple life's problems should be approached, replied that things need to be broken down into more manageable chunks then attacked with unrelenting, focused, fury.
Why can't that be an automatic thought for us worriers? Why can't I see an issue as a body containing many parts, or a serpent with several heads- intimidating, but manageable?
I suppose that's just a learned response, the afterglow of some formal education that was relegated to a dark corner or thrown out all together so that the number of a favorite pizza place could be remembered.
I think we would all be better off taking more breaths and mapping our routs before taking our first step. That will be part of my new year, finding a balance of sorts between all out panic and complete passivity.
I need to find my mad scientist again.