Sunday Afternoon Blues

A lot of anxiety and stress can be attributed to overthinking. If anything, during the course of my life, I could have done with a little more thinking. But, I’m impulsive (which I get from my father).

But, I’m also content (which I get from my grandfather).

After having dinner with a friend last night, we chatted outside…righting the wrongs of the world, discussing deep topics- all while being attacked by hungry mosquitos.

We came to a conclusion. So much with what’s wrong with the world is an emptiness or lack of contentment. Always in search of something better or more. (Not a new idea by any means).

The short moments of discontent in my life are wretched. I can’t imagine having to live with that feeling over long periods of time.

My grandfather used to look up at the sky and inform me, “It’s going to rain today.” He’d walk away, pleased as punch and I’d moan at having to stay inside.

It wasn’t until years later, I understood that the climate was so dry that rain was important to fill up the well and water his gardens.

I forget that even difficult situations carry blessings and that I cannot control the rain nor look up to the heavens and determine when it will fall.

I must be content with that as well.

“Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.” – Helen Keller

And he said to his disciples, “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat, nor about your body, what you will put on.” Luke 12:22