Yesterday I had to give myself a good talking to.
It had started the night before, when shortly before going to bed I noticed that I couldn’t connect to the internet. That ruffled my feathers immediately, but I convinced myself all would be well in the morning so I was annoyed when I got up and it wasn’t.
There was a frenzy of activity as I hunted out the telephone number of my internet provider, and I could feel the tension in me rising in anticipation of the call I’d have to make, and the time I'd waste waiting for it to be answered, and my mind began to run on to what I could possibly do if there was to be no internet for several days.
It's true that nowadays life can become difficult without it, as I found out the last time I moved home a few years ago. For everything I needed to do, to set up services to my new home, including the internet, some bright spark would be sure to tell me to ‘do it online’.
Luckily I am a little bit computer savvy and I knew that in the short term I could not only use my phone directly, but use it to connect my computer and Ipad too. But it didn't stop my annoyance and dark mutterings about 'paying for a service I wasn't receiving'.
But of course it wasn’t the end of the civilised world. Life was going to go on, and all that was going to happen was that I might be inconvenienced for a while.
In the end it turned out that a large number of people in the south east were affected by the failure of a cable and my internet provider updated us by text for the whole period until we were up and running again.
In the meantime, I heard about a man whose family reunion in Australia was off, as a casualty of the Flybe airline collapse, finding out only at the airport, and the death of the first person in UK due to coronavirus. And they are really significant things, so what on earth was I doing, winding myself up over nothing.
And it set me thinking about how easy it is to do that. We add stress to already busy lives wondering about the 'what ifs' and conjuring up all sorts of dire outcomes to small problems. The smallest of incidents grows in our imaginations and can make us uneasy and sometimes even unwell.
Then with time comes reality and often it’s the case that the outcome is so much less than we'd feared. And if it is something serious then we somehow cope after all, because we have to.
So there’s a lot to be said for just stopping for a moment and bringing ourselves back to the current moment, where what's real is going on, and to try hard not to allow our minds to wander off on fantasy journeys of their own.
That’s my thought for the coming weekend anyway.
I hope that all of you will have a worry-free and as happy a weekend as possible.
With warmest best wishes to you all.