I was thinking the other day about all the things I think about. I do that sometimes. I like to pause now and then to take an inventory of the thought tsunami going on inside my brain. It helps me sort the noise from the stuff I can use. And it has a way of making me realize that almost all of it is really just noise.
The thing is, there’s always something. And there always will be. That’s just how it works. At least for an overthinker. Once you think you’ve got something figured out and you’re ready to move on, there’s something else right there, waiting to take its place at the front of the line.
I’ve learned the best way to approach this precious little fact of life is to give in to the reality that life isn’t fair — never has been, never will be. There will always be “something.”
If you don’t fight it and just expect it, you're better able to deal with it.
I no longer try to fix everything because not everything was meant to be fixed. I’ve stopped trying to figure everything out, because so many things don’t have any figure out to them. And I’ve learned to stop wondering about the grass on the other side, because it’s rarely ever greener. It’s just different grass — splattered with the same wonderful array of pretty flowers — and the occasional dog turd.
When it’s all said and done, it usually turns out that the always something is actually not much of anything. But, I've found that I need to always have something banging around up there and beating me up a little bit, or I start to feel like nothing makes sense.