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.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Imagining The Worst
She noticed an inclination to think what might happen -- actually what might go wrong. She would then decide how she would respond to each problem that might arise. Soon she was conducting within herself so many dialogues -- more often than not they were arguments and so generated some anger, which turned quickly to frustration, and highlighted new prospects for failures that might occur. Fortunately none of the feared situations ever materialized. Had they, there was no energy left with which to face them.
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