...and went out in the morning, and sang

I'll be the first to admit that I am a world class worrier.  I worry about everything...work, home, family, the world, my dog, my children, my mother.  You name it, I've probably spent hours fretting about it.  Last week I came across a poem of Mary Oliver's that brought me up short--and made me realize that I don't want to spend the rest of my life worrying over so many things that probably won't happen.  Or if they do happen, I will find the strength to deal with.  My mother (who also knows how to take worrying to a whole new level) used to be so irritated when my dad, in response to her voicing her concern over an issue, would shrug his shoulders and say "what good will it do ya?".  I also live with a glass half full kind of guy, so I know how she felt.  And yet, maybe if I keep this poem close to my heart there's hope for me yet.  The picture is one of my Door County photos of sunrise over Lake Michigan.  I hope it inspires you to love more, live deeper and find the joy instead of the worry in life!

Happy Friday!