I was reading a family friend’s obituary in the local newspaper just before Christmas.

He died at age 67.

His obituary covered:

The year he was born (and the town).
He was married with two daughters.
His profession.
His hobbies.
A list of the people that went to funeral.

67 years old.

All that for just 6 paragraphs in the local rag.

That thing holding you back in life, that person who is messing with your head, that thing you are stressed crazy about...

That doesn’t matter.

Worrying is praying for what you don't want. Stop rehearsing calamity. Start rehearsing miracles. Your mind is a garden. Tend it wisely.