The other day I decided I would quit worrying. As a New Year’s resolution — give it up.
Then the clock struck 12. I wondered what Edison was doing. He’s my 20-year-old. He lives in downtown Los Angeles.
A few seconds into 2019 — I am worried.
Confession: I didn’t wonder. I worried. Then I recalled my resolution — a decision, a choice, an act of the will — to not worry
Many believe we have free will over our thoughts. As if we could choose our beliefs in the same way we choose to raise our right hands.
I worry that we can’t.