All of this busyness means that we haven't had a chance to have a Tuesdate or any date this week, and all this back to (pre)school sickness has caught up to me just in time for the weekend. I'm now nursing a cold even as I pack to go to Michigan to visit family, hoping there's enough wild oregano oil, lemon juice and ginger to alleviate my suffering before we leave.
I've been reflecting the past few weeks about how settled into my marriage and life I've felt this year. Maybe it's because Patricio finished his studies (for now), or that he started a full-time job, or that I'm not the "breadwinner" anymore on my meagre earnings (I keep asking myself "how the heck were we scraping by?"). Suddenly our way of life seems open to more possibilities - a car, a new apartment, Patricio's skateboard company, further education (for me), a house, a family? It is scary and exciting all at once, and I'm surprised I'm not panicking yet.
It's not time to worry yet.
- Harper Lee
I used to worry about everything, to a paralyzing degree. Nowadays I am still not immune to the concerns of every day of life, or the sudden 3 am panic to the depressing amount left in my cheqing account, or the menace of "the future." I can worry myself in circles and bury myself in a Cake-Boss-marathon-to-distract-me-from-my-problems as well as anyone else.
But from the time that Patricio and I were preparing to get married, I have found great peace in knowing that if I surrender just a little control, just a little of that anxiety that we're all so good at clinging to, and instead focus on what's important... it will all work out.
So here's to a happy weekend. And remember:
It will all work out.
- President Gordon B. Hinckley