Friday, July 6, 2012

Fishin in the black hole...

The other day I realized that the only time I mess up stuff is when I drag it out, try to hurry it up...or just fret about it in general. 
Miss Universe, speakin' in a kinder, gentler voice than usual reminded me that fret and worry only feed one kind of fish, the soul-eattin' kind.  

Lord knows I've dropped many a line in that fishin' hole; sometimes wishin', sometimes regrettin' and sometimes flat-out fearin'.  

I guess if I look at my life as bait...then I threw some choice hours away.   

Chronos is not kairos, events unfold on their own schedule no amount of worry changes that. 

Put down the pole and step away from the hole!  Life is good.

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