I came across a quote from Richard Dawkins:
“After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.”
This seemed to resonate with me, and as I read it a second time, I realized how focused I have been on inconsequential details.
Focused is a poor choice.... let me go ahead and say obsessed. Although I'm sure I'll need a reminder again soon, and somehow the universe will give me one, I am aware today that my problems aren't problems. They're not even close to being problems. If I were to focus even a fraction of my frenzied angst on actual problems, who knows what might happen?
I'm considering it a challenge--- stay tuned.