That’s a question that sometimes keeps me up at night and, believe me, I can ill afford the loss of sleep, with all that’s going on in my life this summer. Stress, stress and more stress! And the curious, truly peculiar thing is, none of it is bad!
Deadlines. (This is the best book I’ve written so far.)
Company. (I love every one of these people dearly.)
Trips. (I’m not so wild about airports, airlines and stripping down to go through security, but I LOVE a change of scene.)
And Murphy’s Law in full swing!
(Okay, that last one might qualify as bad, but it’s been my experience that chaos is the beginning of order.)
Here are the questions that keep me awake:
What if I don’t get everything done? (I always do.)
What if I get sick? (I’m disgustingly healthy.)
What if I gain back all the weight I’ve lost? (It won’t happen if I weigh every day and address any problems before they get out of hand.)
What if space aliens abduct my dogs? (PLEASE. Who else could afford to feed them, but me?)
You get the picture. Crazy stuff. The downside of having a VERY creative imagination.
Today, while writing in my journal, I came to a conclusion that is probably obvious to all of you.
What if–everything turns out just fine?
As it almost always does. That’s the question I’m going to ask myself from now on.