One of my oft repeated sayings at work is, "Babies don't die over this." I have to remind myself, lately more than once a day, that whatever is steaming my glasses at the moment, probably isn't all that important in the larger scheme of things.
The baby philosophy, which exists in this world by many other names -- Hakuna Matata, Que Sera Sera, Whatever -- isn't working for me. I think, act and feel as if a baby might die over this. Perhaps that is because I don't personally, really have a larger scheme of things. Oh sure, in a cosmic sort of way, I am a child of the universe. But what I do the most of is work.
What's more, here I am, unable to sleep because I am cycling and re-cycling the conversations, situations and machinations of the day. Wouldn't it be better if I put my thought, energy, passion, and insomnia into something that babies do die over? Or at least for the betterment of people?
OK. Now that I got that off my chest, I'm going to try to sleep. Cocoa don't fail me now!
The baby philosophy, which exists in this world by many other names -- Hakuna Matata, Que Sera Sera, Whatever -- isn't working for me. I think, act and feel as if a baby might die over this. Perhaps that is because I don't personally, really have a larger scheme of things. Oh sure, in a cosmic sort of way, I am a child of the universe. But what I do the most of is work.
What's more, here I am, unable to sleep because I am cycling and re-cycling the conversations, situations and machinations of the day. Wouldn't it be better if I put my thought, energy, passion, and insomnia into something that babies do die over? Or at least for the betterment of people?
OK. Now that I got that off my chest, I'm going to try to sleep. Cocoa don't fail me now!
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