As I sit here at LGA, with a 4 hour layover before I head off to my daughter’s graduation, I can tell you that my stomach is in knots. I’m going back to the place I lived for many years, raised my kids and got divorced. I had loved living there until then. Now it is hard to be there, like I am intruding on a life that is no longer mine. Truth is, I’m scared to death.
Of course it is my pattern to prepare for the worst–and then some. I think Buddhists have it right to stay in the moment–focused only on what is right in front of them. I wonder if Buddhists get headaches cause I sure have one now. I don’t want to focus on it though.
I read a quip on twitter once that fits me. “How Jews deliver bad news–Someone calls and says ‘Start worrying. Details to follow.’”
Off to find some lunch. Wishing everyone a glorious weekend–and me too.