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!).
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.
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.
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!”.