Washed Away

She tended to worry a lot for a kid.
She’d lay awake at night afraid to listen to the sound of her heart beating,
worried that it might stop.
She’d once read the Time-Life Encyclopedia on The Universe and became obsessed with the woman from Alabama who was singled out, by a rock from a far place, in her sleep.
So, she’d lay awake in her bed looking up at that place in the ceiling where her meteorite would surely fall through, and beg,” not tonight I have art class tomorrrow.”
As she got older, every book, movie or newspaper article told the story of someone, roughly her own age, dying young.
And so she became convinced that every stomach pain, headache or leg cramp was the onset of her own unhappy ending.
She hated that she worried so much, yet found herself drawn to the very things that caused her to worry.
Freak accidents, natural disasters, incurable illnessess…
chain letters…
She would often think as she read that slogan for the dry cleaners,
“Deposit Your Worries Here”
Oh, if only there were such a place!
And how busy it would be!
She imagined big sacks of worries, pinned up with huge diaper pins, thrown into
big canvas carts and wheeled off by conveyor belt into some dark, mysterious tunnel where they’d be cleaned, steamed, starched and pressed into strength and hope.
Such a place would be magnificent, she dreamed…
completely forgetting…
what it was…
that she was…
worried…
about.

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Peace ~ Rene

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25 thoughts on “Washed Away

  1. Incredibly well written piece about the thoughts the plague so many of us. I will pass this link on to others if I may. I am having a conversation with a beautiful blogosphere friend at the moment who is having an acute episode of this kind of emotion. One beautiful trait of humans is that we are here for each other. Lovely post!

  2. Really enjoyed this one–in addition to the great line about the dry cleaners, I especially liked this:"Freak accidents, natural disasters, incurable illnessess…chain letters…"

  3. Beautiful post…been there, took a long time to find my inner peace, and on occasion I still misplace it sometimes. But am thankful for all of my worry-free moments

  4. Well there ya go again, Rene, up in my head.I was a pretty serious worrier as a child, and the heartbeat in the middle of the night thing? I was convinced that it was a wolf, coming to my life's door, and that when he reached the door, there would be a knock, and I would die.:-) Hey! What an uplifting post THAT would be, huh?!Pearl

  5. I love that idea! If you tell me where to drop off my worries, I'll bring an entire giant leaf bag full of 'em for recycling.At what rate are we redeeming worries at these days? Ten cents a bag? I'll get rich!

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