No, I’m not talking about seeing words in puddles, hearing voices in the breeze, or anything else like that. And I’m not talking about receiving emails from Mr. Universe.
I’m talking about receiving daily emails from THE UNIVERSE.
Somehow, somewhere, I signed up on some site that sends me these emails.
Some of them I don’t agree with (theologically speaking).
Some of them I whole-heartedly advocate.
And some of them really make me stop and think about what I’ve been taught to believe, how I interpret what I’ve been taught to believe, what I actually believe, and all the in-between things that I have no definitive belief on or in. (Does any of that make sense?)
And since they give me pause, I thought I’d occasionally share one with you—to get you thinking and reflecting (or bored and leaving my blog, never to return—please come back!).
With that, here’s the first message I want to discuss (and I’m paraphrasing here):
You don’t need to worry. There is time for everything. You were before time, and you will exist after time. You have forever. There’s no dream you have now that you can’t achieve. There’s no challenge you now face that you won’t overcome. Therefore, there is no need to worry. Ever.
What do you think? Do you agree? Yes? No? Sort of?
Worry is a BIG thing for me. HUGE! I worry all the time about things that are absolutely ridiculous. And so I’ve been thinking about this message, and trying to figure out how to interpret it on a day to day basis.
You see, I agree with the statement. I DO believe I lived before this life and I will live after it. So, time really shouldn’t hold be back because I’m not trapped in it. But, I find myself stuck in worry. I’m not “in the moment” as they say. I’m always thinking about what if this happens, or what if that falls apart.
Do you have this same problem? Maybe it’s just me.
To combat this, I’ve been trying a new mantra: I don’t have to worry NOW.
And since it’s always “now,” I should never worry.
So far, it’s not working that well. But I’m trying.
Another thing this statement made me ponder on is time.
I often find myself saying “You too old to do that, Liz.” “It’s too late.” Etc.
And there are things in life that I’ve already made up my mind that I can’t do because I’m not in my 20’s anymore.
But, as with worry, maybe I’m wrong about that too.
Boy, I have a lot to learn, and a lot of hang ups I need to let go of.
*I’ve just realized that I start a lot of posts with “So.” I think because it sounds conversational. You know, like it’s just you and me, shootin’ the breeze and hangin’ out in my apartment. Very casual-like.