I've been contemplating the experience of existence. And how very much of that experience is controlled by my thoughts about it. And my pre-worries and disaster-labeling of things. These are struggles we all have, I imagine. But what I'd rather be imagining is a much calmer, more joy-filled existence.
Which I actually have.
So when the Mark Twain quote appeared in my day, I thought WHOA. A great many of my troubles have never happened. Remember the time the water heater surely was kaput and the replacement cost was out of reach? Um, oh yes, that never happened. The water heater had a blip, and then it was fine for years and years. Remember when I thought I had completely failed at motherhood and ruined my kids forever? Um, that didn't happen, either. The kids are now outstanding and successful adult humans with big hearts that make me smile.
And so I find myself wondering..could I, maybe possibly, catch those rascally thought-rabbits before I turn them into dragons? Hmmmmmm.
(many thanks to reader, poet and friend Mary C. for suggesting the name of the whimsical girl in this piece. I believe her namesake is an actual dragon-slayer in the modern world.)