It happened again.
I’ve been doing such an excellent job of avoiding terrible news. In fact, since deleting most of my news apps, I hardly visit the folder anymore, except for an occasional entertainment news fix. But now that Kim Kardashian is prego, I’ll probably also forgo that guilty pleasure. I just can’t, guys. No.
I’m also careful not to read the now UBIQUITOUS shares on Facebook: Like if you wish cancer didn’t exist! Like if this tiny baby with the 16-pound tumor is beautiful! This is this kid, who died in this horrific way!
(Can we please stop “liking” these things? Pretty please?)
But yesterday, a friend posted this viral blog post. I share here for the bigger picture (safety and awareness); but I’m warning you: it’s nearly impossible to read. Chilling, I would say. My heart aches for this family. But I don’t particularly recommend reading it thoroughly. I couldn’t finish it.
Even in not finishing it, I searched Babies R Us yesterday for dresser attachments. (Hendrik’s is secured in his bedroom, but what about the other large items in this house?)
And then I started spinning.
The what-ifs just never cease. And like I explained to you here: I need to break this cycle. I need to do everything in my power to protect my children, and then realize I cannot control everything. I must have faith.
This year’s mantra is FEARLESS.
I’m trying to let the bad thoughts come in, acknowledge them, and set them free. (Much like you would do with a ghost, right?) I say to myself Yes, that could happen, but it’s not likely. And then, I bid the fear adieu.
Fearless. Come on, 2013. Let’s rid ourselves of anxiety and be joyful.