“Let It Go, Elsa!”

If you have ever seen the movie “Frozen” then you will be on board with the phrase, “let it go, Elsa.” Of course, in the movie, Elsa is trying to let go of her fearsome snowy powers. But the Crankee Yankee and I frequently use the phrase for when things are too much with us: getting one of the cats to the vet without bodily harm, yanking up all the weeds in the gardens before they choke out the vegetables, paying the bills, and so on.

Sometimes it seems that there is just too much on our plates. It makes us feel as if we can’t (or won’t) do the things that need to be done, and where will the impact of that leave us?

Then there are the eternal worriers like myself. On the occasions when the Crankee Yankee and I go out of town I worry about our cats at home. I worry about getting into an accident and not being able to get home to our cats. I worry about the people I love. I worry about the house burning down (oh yeah, that’s the kind of thought that will keep you up all night).

That’s when the “let it go, Elsa” has to be said. It’s a fact that our worst fears hardly ever come true. When I traveled to Hawaii this past Spring, I worried about flying. I hadn’t flown since 2001. But I did it, I was comfortable, I got to where I needed to go, and everything turned out fine; easy-peasy.

Just speaking for myself, I think we just need to put positive thoughts in our heads so that we don’t worry so much. I did just that when I got on the plane from Boston, headed for San Francisco. I had a great window seat, and it wasn’t a full flight, so I had the rest of the row for myself. As we rolled down the runway, my body remembered how much I used to enjoy the lift off; that feeling of “*I have slipped the surly bonds of earth.”

And before I realized it, I felt safe and comfortable. My mind and my body had remembered how much I had loved flying. I also felt the same way when I flew back to Boston again.

So when something comes up that makes me worry, I try my best to look on the positive side; that the cats are indeed doing quite well without us at home, that the house will stay up and be unharmed, and that the people I love are still there.

Let go, Elsa; just let it go.

*From High Flight – a poem by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

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