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I WORRIED... I Worried I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the river flow in the right direction, will the Earth turn as it was taught and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing,even the sparrow can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight failing, or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw,dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up, and took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang. Mary Oliver 
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A beautiful little poem, Sparkle! Thank you so much for finding it!  Realising that I don't have to be "better" than others, gave me such a sense of freedom that I can sing my song for the rest of my life! Even the crow is singing when he caws.
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Wonderful words. Worry never helps.  Elaine Shuel
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Great advice. I was taught, indeed forced to worry, and the day I gave it up, everyone hated me for it. Do I worry about that? Not anymore, no way.
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Interesting, and something to think about. I believe it's true that most of the things we worry about, never happen and so we have wasted a lot of time over nothing. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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For me it was being a single mom with a very independent, adventurous teen-age son......I worried .....and then one day I realized that worrying had become my default state to the point that if I had no reason to worry, my mind would go searching for a reason .........
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My husband always said that if I had nothing to worry about, I'd worry about that! So I know exactly what you mean, Sparkle! 
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