It took 45 years...

I'm a worrier by nature. I worry about my kids, my husband, my job and my friends.  I pray and know most things are really out of my control, but why can't I give up the worry?  Logically, it's really silly to spend time worrying about things that are out of our control.  I know this in my head, but have always struggled with keeping my thoughts on the positive when things are on my mind.

Lately, I have found myself really starting to be able to focus on my blessing and not my worry.  It's not gone, but it doesn't consume me.  Why?  I'm not sure if 45 is a magic age, or if the ups and downs of life have finally seasoned me to roll with the punches a little better.

It just so happens that last week as I was celebrating this noticing about myself, I came across this video that was being shared a lot in my professional network:




And I have stopped and taken notice of these small moments in my day since watching this.  I am conciously making the CHOICE to think positive and count my blessings instead of fretting over my worries.  Accepting and breating in the freedom of letting go of my worries...

This week, as if to punctuate the value and appreciate each moment, I ran across this article about a teen that died on Monday from osteosarcoma.  It just gave me pause to read the headline.  Inspirational 18 year dies from cancer this past Monday.  I had to read more.  My teen has the daily worry of what she is wearing, how her hair looks and if she remembered to put gas in the car to get to school.  This boy taught those around him to appreciate each moment simply by living his life and not letting it break his spirit.  I have watched this mini docmentary twice.  Once by myself and once I asked my teenager daughter to watch it with me she sat glued to it as well.  "Wow", was all we could say.  But both our eyes were filled with tears.  It's worth watching.  It has made the big in my life seem small this week.  I spent more time smiling this week and thinking about the positive in my life because of Zach.  In honor of his passing this week, let him inspire you as well:


I hope Zach inspires you as much as he did my daughter and I.