The short answer to the above title is, honest to God, I really don’t know. I do believe though, on deeper reflection, that conditioned thought patterns play a fairly significant role in the reason I still worry at all. It’s not that I’m lazy or unaware; it’s just what I’ve always done.
Fortunately, after 50 years of nurturing this annoying and heart-depleting habit, I’m finally sick and tired enough of it to begin the process of letting it go, completely, for good, I swear.
The answer is pretty simple: I have learned that worry is really a reflection of a lacking Spirit, a disconnection from my Higher Power and my Dharma. Worry places me firmly under the control of my ego. It feels a lot like being squeezed to death by a snake. That kind of pain, quite fortunately, no longer holds any interest for me.
I made a commitment to place my sometimes fragile me in the basket of unwavering trust; in a sometimes quivering, quaking in my boots faith in myself and my Higher Power and really and truly live. It’s not always comfortable but I’m going to keep on keepin’ on as I know that my life truly expresses itself ultimately each moment I take that next big step.
And within that action is love, for me from my Higher Power and back again; ricocheting in all directions toward the Spirit of others; most abundantly and graciously offering that great Big Beautiful life that we all want to courageously and compassionately live to the absolute fullest.
Big Loving Namaste!