Oh, No I Don't!
I was reading an article the other day, and later when I went to work I was still thinking about it.
It doesn't matter what it was about, because basically what it was about was fear. What it boiled down to was the article said, "Here is another thing to be afraid of, here is why it is scary, booga booga booga booga booooooo!"
And why I was still thinking about it is that I don't need any help being afraid. I have one of those five-alarm adrenal systems that goes off with lights and sirens and big red fire engines for any teeny change in my life.
When I was a kid, my heart rate would go up if I had to wait at a different bus stop. I do not need anything new to worry about.
I can already take the stuff that I know about farming and pesticides and herbicides and the water table and soil micro-organisms and fungi and extrapolate, and keep myself up nights.
I read a lot. So with about five minutes' head start, my little rabbity mind can be running zigzags in the brambles about pretty much any subject you can think of, "Oh no oh no oh no oh no!"
A person can go crazy living like that.
Fortunately I discovered walking and meditation and drawing and poetry at an early age.
More on that tomorrow!