It’s always something, isn’t it? This morning, a vague unease has permeated my morning blogging. I don’t have too much stressful work; but, I never give up on a day having the ability to create another anxiety, or another emergency. Even when I realize, as Epictetus taught, that I am in control of my reactions, I find myself slipping into an unreasoning fear of moving forward. Boy, does that bed look good. Of course, we all feel that way from time to time. One of the reasons not to retire is to force ourselves to deal with life, not run from it. I remember a line from a Kingston Trio song: “Well, it’s hard, yes, it’s hard, ain’t it hard”, and then I remember that it’s hard for everyone. Then, I greet a client for whom past troubles are never over. They just can’t get past it. Every meeting, every phone call, is imbued with a sense of “I was wronged and I am upset about it”. Seneca had some thoughts on the issue:

“What is the point of dragging up sufferings that are over, of being miserable now, because you were miserable then?” Seneca.

Dwelling on past misery just drags it into the present. Isn’t the present tough enough? So, I will get up out of the chair, walk past the bed, and get ready to face the day. I will thank myself later.

Bedtime