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Train Time: No. 8
Today, it’s the 4:50 bound for Homewood. The whole point of this “Train Time” is to write about something that stands out in my day, while on the train, using my phone, before I get off the train preferably. Well: Sometimes the dominant thing is my health; but I don’t want this to turn into the DaFaDa whine blog… so no, not that. Sometimes, I am hopefully obsessed with my wife, and how absolutely and completely… Beautiful she is and how, after a 35 years she still “stirs my man-hood” in a way that traditionally only younger, non-granny women can do… But that would get into details that I am…
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What do you see?
I have Had an interesting couple weeks. In my posts called “Train Time”, I have written a couple times about the concept of joy and gratitude. This was intermingled with discussions about my sometimes obsessive habit of worrying about things, even though, most of the time, there has been very little to worry about. Then, about a year and a half ago, something came along that really had me worried. The actual source of this “Something” is irrelevant. For each of us who worry, the source of it will be different, but the results of the worry will be the same or similar. For a “Worry Wart” like I…
