somebody's job

It seems over-thinking and hyper-analysis is a specialty of mine. It accomplishes a couple of things. One is distraction - it keeps me from living life of that moment or day and puts me in a place of wondering how things might have been different . if . . or .. .what about . . ?

Today it occurred to me that the primary accomplishment is protection...I believe I am guarded by the knowledge I (believe I ) have about why things happen. More and more I identify things I use as guards..and I am always surprised at the idea of having need of this or that it may be apparent to others on the outside of me and my skin! So perhaps we miss daily life or moment-by-moment life if we spend time in the past or the future...But there's a lot to figure out and anticipate, right? And be ready for? Is it my job to protect me? My faith says no. Human practicality (by whose definition?) says you better believe it! Well, that's enough for now...I will go and live my day...it's lovely outside...sandals here I come...maybe a walk .. . cleaning maybe later.

maybe.