Worry Warts

I'm a bit of a worrier. I worry about all kinds of things, and sometimes, when I step back and actually realize what I'm worrying about at a given moment, I have to laugh. I can paint some crazy, ridiculous scenarios that are pure figments of my imagination. And what a wild imagination it is!

I'm doing a Broadway show this week, and during the break, a friend and I went to dinner. He shared how he's worried about finding a job as a teacher and making ends meet if he doesn't find one for next year. He feels as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders right now. Talking about this caused me to open up a can of worry myself, and on the way back to our gig, I was running through all kinds of doomsday scenarios. I worried about all kinds of things: losing my job, or losing my ability to play trombone, having kids and not having enough money to raise them, etc. There's a whole gamut I run though on a fairly regular basis--the worry gauntlet. It seems there's no solution except to have more money, and so, as is often the case in these moments, my thought turns to those who are wealthy, and wishing I was in their shoes.

Suddenly, I was struck with this thought: "Who do you think gave them their money?" It was a simple question, but it was followed quickly by another thought: "Relax. I've got plenty for everybody. You'll be fine."

It was one of those very matter of fact moments, where I'm convinced God was speaking directly to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and entered the pit, happy to be able to get that ogre of worry off my back, at least for a little bit. It was refreshing to experience that moment of peace and calm. I wish I felt that way all of the time. The fact is, I've always been fine.

Besides, there's plenty for everybody.