Clemens and Cheals

There's an old line by Mark Twain.

He doesn't have any new lines.

But the line I like is the one about troubles.

"I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them never happened."

Today, I'd like to bonk you on the head.

That's right.

Bonk.

BONK!

You paying attention?

Ok.

How many times do you worry about something that does or doesn't (thankfully) happen?

And how real does that worry feel?

It could and often does take a really good moment or memory and turns it into a negative one.

Or at least, tarnished.

All because of the mind.

Because of your lens.

Many folks who reach a pinnacle, like say a gold medal or world championship or eating a really nice cut of beef, they don't feel elation.

You know what they feel?

Relief.

Oh, thank God.

Ain't that something?

Sure, there's a lot of folks just happy to be there.

But the champions, the fighters, they can finally exhale.

Lay down their swords and shields.

I can rest now.

For a bit.

We all know or will know troubles.

May they be real.

Or not real.

But they will all feel the same.

At the time.

And looking back.

Hopefully, on every single one of them, you will be able to look back (or down) and exhale.

To hits, near-misses, and the other things.

Thank God.

Thank you, God.

"May all your troubles be small ones, son."