And Now to Borrow Some Very Old Words

I get lost in daydreams a lot. Always have. They often reflect my inner idealist. Except when they reflect the scared little hobbit that's terrified of the dark but has gotten too many sunburns and so stays cowering just on the edge of shadow. (That, by the way, is a mental image I've had of myself for years. Maybe sometime soon it will be gone.)

Today brought a new one, and I couldn't shake it. Never can. Today's daydream had me facing Counselor with the hard conclusion that I was ready. Ready to stand on my own. Ready for goodbye. How bittersweet it was! I got teary in real life.

But this isn't something to worry about or even think about now. Yes, that day will come, but it could be months, a year, or even more. I have no idea how much work I still need to do, or how long it will take. One thing is for sure- worrying about it is pointless.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.