No, nothing bad has happened. In fact, quite the opposite. I just wanted to say a few words about things that get in our way.
Like worrying.
Worrying about money, worrying about friends, worrying about health.
This past week I checked into the hospital to have a couple of tests. The sort of things people over a certain age ought to do if they’re smart, screenings. I’m 55, so certain matters should now concern me more than they used to.
My grandmother was a world class hypochondriac. Not that there weren’t things wrong with her—she had medical problems, but she tended to compound them in her imagination and play them up into gargantuan malaises to which even Job might have succumbed and given up hope. …