Finally -- I'm worrying about stupid!

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

I know I'm getting better because things are starting to bug me, worry me, annoy me.

Like when someone slipped an unsigned note under my door this afternoon: “Please flatten all boxes. Thank you.” And there was a photo of the trash bin, with a box — intact, yes, mea culpa — addressed to me. Grrrrr! Didn’t they have the dignity to sign their name? Didn’t they realize the box was filled with recycling trash? 

But wait! Thankfully, I remembered how nice, yes, nice, it is not to care. To shrug and thank them (I know who it was!) for the reminder. And to go on to pay attention to what is really important.

Who needs to worry that the screws are too short in the closet door, so now it is hanging crookedly? At 3 a.m. it seemed tragic. Today I bought longer screws. 

Not long ago everything worried me — so intensely that in the end nothing really mattered. Pain obliterated details. At least now I’m worrying again. And now I know time’s too precious for that.

Love,
k