My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
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Thursday, May 29, 2014
Obliged To Be Anxious
We can think anxiety an obligation and say, "You ought to be worried. You must be anxious. You have felt this badly before, so what are you waiting for now."
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