black swan

Stock markets plummet 11.5%.

In one week.

The world is ending. Not.

I need to slow my mind.

It’s a life lesson that can take a life to learn and remember. I need to slow my mind. Write it on the blackboard 100 times. Slowly…

I need to stop typing and watch the windblown pine tree branches weave and bob like a giggling kid’s kite in the park against the late afternoon azure sky.

I need to stop worrying about whether I’ll be able to train my body enough in the next 8 weeks to finish a half marathon running race in under 2 hours.

I need to go into a steam sauna… close my eyes and feel the misty heat penetrate the deepest part of my lungs.

I need to stop stewing over the mechanic’s report this week that my Syrian student/friend’s old van needs about $4,000 worth of repairs to make it safe for he and his family of 7 to drive to Abbotsford in a couple of weeks to visit his brother.

What were your biggest worries over the last 7 days?

When it rain it pours but you didn’t even notice
It ain’t rainin’ anymore, it’s hard to breathe when all you know is
The struggle of staying above, the rising water line”
Kacey Musgraves

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The stock market plummeted like a skydiver this week… the black swan swims…

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… but I know from years of experience that 3-6 months from now, it will likely be a faint memory in the rear-view mirror.

Worry is easy.

It’s a mind cancer.

My Mom was a terrible worrier.

Correction, she was a GREAT worrier. OK… I share a few of her genes.

She should have been an alcoholic. I should be a needle-toting junkie.

She wasn’t and I’m not. She had cigarettes. I have a guitar. Worry relief comes in different packages thankfully.

Worry is a child inside of us, a child we need to comfort and quietly remind that it’s OK.

Worry is a gift/tax of life we’re given like a graduation certificate at birth.

OK… welcome… Here’s your birth certificate, a pair of underwear, and a hefty chunk of grey matter that will support you, amaze you, bring you smiles and pains, and drive you crazy at 2 am sometimes.

I’ll never rid my world of worry. I can’t magically wipe away your worries.

Black swans are inevitable.

So, despite the nagging, worrisome thoughts that wander in my head like homeless vagrants, and the real problems that exist in an imperfect world… I will remind myself regularly to remind myself… that:

  • I live in the best of times.
  • I live as well as a king of old, probably better.
  • I’ve had amazing access to shelter, plentiful food and water, high quality education.
  • I have “Free” healthcare that will never allow me or my family to go bankrupt paying for its provision.
  • At times, life can be very tough, which makes the good times so much sweeter.
  • I have supportive family and friends.
  • Beauty surrounds me in the natural state of things.
  • I have easy access to chocolate, pizza and wine (these might belong more appropriately in my “worry” column!)

As these days grow longer here in the Northern Hemisphere, I drive alongside beautiful Okanagan Lake with reflections of randomly treed hillsides layering the calm waters.

My mind will sometimes wander to the inky black swans that paddle inside me… and then… then… I spot groups of majestic white swans… stunning, graceful signs of hope and optimism that stage a serene ballet of tranquility.

white swans