It is hard to count your blessings when the walls are closing in. I thought I had stemmed or at least gotten through a rough patch, but old problems immerged to join the new. My job here is to not think about that. It isn’t to reopen old wounds. We have moved on. There is nothing I can do about the issues at hand. The money is tied up in probate. It’s in the lawyers’ hands. That is all I need to say. Keep it simple and move on, but I woke up this morning with the fear that I am going to have to sacrifice to solve other people’s problems.
It is a stressful time and stress begets stress. It does no good to ruminate on issues beyond my control. We don’t need to borrow worries from the future. We have enough today.
One blessing is this writing exercise is working. It is solving one of the problems I set out to solve. I can think again. I had a problem the other day and I came up with a solution. I did the research and found the next steps. It sounds easy when put that way.
For someone like me, a person who values the old ways, new technologies can be scary. I complained the other day that the unlock button in my wife’s car is just a button. There is no mechanism that unlocks the door. You hit the button and there is silence. The door that was locked is now unlocked. No satisfying crunch of gears turning and mechanisms whirring. It was just a button.
My wife uses ChatGPT to get ideas for our business and the entire AI thing scares me. I don’t know if it is going to turn us all into batteries one day or start sending killer robots back in time, but it’s going to do something. Either way it is becoming a tool that can’t be ignored and I can either fight the tide or learn to ride the wave.
The world changes. Moves on. Leaves some of us behind. My mind is now whirring and spinning with ideas, and one blessing I can count. One fortune I can drag from the rag and bone shop of the heart is that spending this time writing each morning has reactivated my brain.
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