Scrooge is speaking to the Ghost of Christmas Present. The Ghost of Christmas Past has already taught him a few things, and now Scrooge says he will accompany the Second Spirit, ready to accept any lesson coming his way. Scrooge is already a mighty humbled literary character.
I learned a lesson last night while I was looking for my lost keys. I learned that some of the things that preoccupy my thoughts on a daily basis are pretty silly. When I found my keys last night, I experienced a kind of happiness and relief I haven't felt in a long time. I know it seems stupid to get that upset about a set of keys, but I did. And it put things into perspective for me in a way.
Most of the stuff I worry about day-to-day is pretty small. I've been obsessing about the poetry contest I entered. Money is in my thoughts constantly. In the past week, I've been thinking about my daughter's dance lessons this fall. I still have to put together a syllabus for my film class, and I haven't even finished reading my textbook.
Life is full of worries. Worry has been the guiding force of my life recently. Small worries and big worries. But worry doesn't do any good. It doesn't solve problems. It doesn't stave off fear. It doesn't make me feel any safer or more prepared for challenges. Worry is just a waste of energy.
I let small things, like keys, run my life. If I have my keys, then everything will be great, all the time. The sun will shine. I will have plenty of money in my bank account. I will win that poetry contest. President Obama will be elected to a second term. The Swedish Academy will award me the Nobel Prize in Literature. World peace will be established.
Of course, all that's just a load of horse crap.
Keys will not solve the problems of the world. Neither will worry. Worry just opens up doors to more worries. Worry makes life miserable. I just need to do my work, take care of my family, and recognize the blessings of my life. That's my job.
In that spirit, I will acknowledge a blessing this morning: Saint Marty just passed 100,000 page views. That's an amazing blessing. One hundred thousand people have looked at or stumbled upon my blog. I hope that I have done some good with my posts. Provided some laughs or comfort or wisdom. Maybe alleviated some worries.
Saint Marty celebrates one hundred thousand blessings today.