The last part of my work day was a bit of an annoyingly stressful one. And by "bit" I mean by 4:00 I wanted to take my brain out and sit it across the cube from me. At times like this I used to worry heavily. Worry I won't finish something in time. Worry something might fall apart. Worry the world will come to its very end if I don't get done what needs to get done. As I drove home, hand on my temple still sorting my thoughts I realized something: the world is still moving. The sky hasn't cracked. Mankind has not ceased to exist because I'm frazzled and worried. So why should I continue to put myself through this. At night when I pray with my daughter I tell God I trust Him. I trust His way, I trust His guidance, I trust His principles. I trust Him in and with everything. It's taken me years to get to this point of blind trust. Give thanks for the small miracles.

In the time-frame of making these statements I've noticed I don't wig out as much as I used to, swayed by neither small nor large detail. My body used to go in survival mode due to the stress my worrying would put on it. As I drove down Brook Rd I realized how relaxed I was in the midst of chaos. All I could do was smile and remember how far I've come in this area. As a reflex my body wanted to feel the pain of worry; it seemed to be about that time for that reaction to kick in. But instead I placed it in God's hands and thanked Him for the struggle. Worry won't solve it nor add a minute or second to give you time to fix it. "Don't worry, be happy" Be happy and have joy. Even when the day, situation or even person doesn't call for it.

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