I am a worry wart…according to Adam. I stress easily. I worry about him when he is driving. What if he gets in an accident? What if he gets hurt? What if? What if? What if? I have always been this way but more so since he has had the hour long commute for his job. I call his car a sardine can but he “likes his car”. I worry he’ll hit a deer and his car is so little it’ll take him out! So last week it was recommended to me to try to differentiate better between things I can and things I cannot control (which is most things!).
rubber ducky in the bathroom
The analogy goes like this: a duck just floats along and does not let things that it cannot control pull him down or cause him to sink. Rather he lets them roll right off his back/feathers and sink on their own and he goes on his merry way.
rubber ducky at the bedside
rubber ducky in my car
Fast forward one hour: I am at a store purchasing six rubber duckies and the lady casually asks me at the checkout, “whatcha doin’ with these” as she is chewing some gum. I honestly didn’t know what to say. I still don’t know what I said or if I even really said anything at all. I may have just paid and said, “look lady just give me my ducks and no one will be hurt” and left the store.
rubber ducky in the kitchen
rubber ducky in our office
So, now I have these ducks everywhere…staring at me. And to goad me Adam relocates them sometimes. I guess when I see them I am supposed to keep thinking…control what I can, let go of what I cannot. Instead, I keep singing “rubber ducky, you’re the one…rubber ducky, you make bath time so much fun!”.
rubber ducky at work
