I refuse to work today. I refuse to click that file with the book ID I have just been assigned. I refuse to worry about the fifteen-page backlog that I now have because I spent a little too much time on the Internet yesterday. Today is Sunday. Today is No Work Day. I refuse to relinquish my right to a day off.
So I blog.
I’ve spent a large slice of my time worrying. I’ve worried about work deadlines. I’ve worried about burgeoning bills and shrinking budget. I’ve worried about what other people might think about me. When all along I knew worrying doesn’t bring any good, I still worry.
But when you take a step back and think about it, what’s the point? What’s the worst that could happen if I don’t meet my deadline? If I can’t pay my bills? It’s not as if I’d be doomed and can no longer be happy anymore because of a potential failure. There’s always another chance. Another try. If I fail today, all I have to do is seize another day and carry out better results. No point in punishing myself by working on a Sunday just because I chose to have a good time yesterday. Just because I chose to enjoy the blessings God gifted me. Or just because, as they say, I stopped and smelled the flowers.
There are times when we think too much about tomorrow. We worry about the future to the point that we forget to live in the present. Happens to me all the time. I’m not proud of it, but I’m thankful for people who remind me of life and how to live it. Number 1 is my husband who is also my best friend. Life is insanely short. And as if that’s not reason enough to celebrate life, time also flies so fast. And the time we spend worrying is nothing but wasted time, which we can never retrieve. As Gandhi said, “There is nothing that wastes the body like worry, and one who has any faith in God should be ashamed to worry about anything whatsoever.”
Now which movie to watch?