Twist Of Faith

It occurred to me this week, as a cold's been doggedly hanging on to my system, that I've been spending more time worrying than usual. I suppose people who are tired get that way in spells. I've gotten through cloudier times than this by simply keeping faith that one way or another, things will turn out as they should. My role in that fate is to respond with gratefulness for those things that I have - maybe not a sense of taste at the moment, but two healthy legs to get up and restock my own tissues, and enough money to buy more medicine, and a job that affords sick days if I need them. To worry is to disrupt the only thing I do have control over... my own inner harmony.