Greetings Dear Reader,
The week before I went on vacation the two fine people I
report to at work had a meeting with me.
It was all good. We worked
through a customer issue and learned how to handle it in the future. I must say that these are two of the finest
people for whom I have ever worked.
At the end of the conversation one says to the other, “Should
we talk with him about the other thing?”
The other one say, “Not now.”
They both look at me letting me know that I can leave. Now this is a real challenge to my obsessive
paranoid brain. I determine to be
patient and leave. I mention it in
passing to one of them the day before I leave for vacation. She laughs at me with that laugh that says “I
like to turn the rotisserie and you are the chicken.”
I want to be clear that she and I have a relationship where
this is acceptable and even beneficial to me.
Still it is two weeks past my vacation and no word about the cryptic
question. The man I used to be wants to
worry, stress, ponder and imagine. He
wants to imagine adventures that end in my demise.
I am a master a turning the benign into stress. I am working hard to master this mastery so
it is no longer my master. The trick is
to capture the first thoughts before they can become a horror story. The process is to realize that if I imagine a
bad adventure it will only cause me stress.
If I create the horror story before it happens then I live the horror
whether or not it happens.
Instead I look at the truth.
I look at the fact that if I am following Christ I can let him carry the
future and I need only do what is right in the moment. In the moment it is always right to
trust. It is always right to have
faith. The joy is in the journey not in
imagining adventures that will harm me.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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