If all goes according to plan, the sale of my house will close on May 27. I got an offer less than 22 hours after the listing went live just after midnight on Friday. Despite quite a lot of interest, including tours by several prospective buyers, the person whose Realtor made the first appointment to view the house was the one whose offer I accepted. I was told by several people that the house would sell quickly and for a good price. I was nervous that…that might have been true for every other house in the area, but perhaps mine would be the exception. Still, I will be on pins and needles until the closing is finished and the proceeds are in my bank account. That, unfortunately, is just who I am.


Perhaps one of my church auction “wins” will be valuable to me in combatting my tendency to worry about things over which I have little or no control. Despite handing out advice to others—”worry does no good, inasmuch as you don’t control circumstances”—I have a tough time accepting my own. My auction success, an introductory course on meditation, may put me on the road to a worry-free life. The course probably is not quite that effective, but it could help.


Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.

~ Swedish Proverb ~

I posted this image on my blog on September 15, 2012 to accompany words with which I attempted to describe in somewhat abstract fashion the experience of a pre-dawn walk. The Swedish proverb, which came to mind as I mused about the worthlessness of worry, conjured that image from my memory.


I am what some people might call passionate. Others might use a different term. Some might say intense. Some could say fervent. Or fierce. Or ardent. Or even wanton or wistful or salacious or…too many words describing too many emotional peaks that may be too forceful or, simply, uncomfortable to people easily made to feel awkward. I do not intentionally cause such emotional distress. But emotions, to my way of thinking, should be strong, so as not to be confused with “vague sensibilities.”  Hmm. This came out of nowhere.


It’s after 7. My fingers melt after daylight unless I take them off the keyboard.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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2 Responses to Realty-Reality-Realism

  1. John says:

    Thanks, Meg!

  2. Meg+Koziar says:

    Congratulations on making your home so inviting that it sold so quickly. – one fewer thing to worry about between now and the success of the meditation class. Your half full friend.

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