‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’

‘Heres a little song I wrote

You might want to sing it note for note

Don’t worry, be happy

In every life we have some trouble

But when you worry you make it double

Don’t worry, be happy

Don’t worry, be happy now’

 

‘Ain’t got no place to lay your head

Somebody came and took your bed

Don’t worry, be happy

The landlord say your rent is late

He may have to litigate

Don’t worry, be happy’

 

‘Don’t worry, be happy

Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no style

Ain’t got no gal to make you smile

Don’t worry, be happy

Cause when you worry your face will frown

And that will bring everybody down

So don’t worry, be happy’

 

‘Don’t Worry Be Happy’ by Bobby McFerrin

I was tempted to title this blog the, First Tuesday of The New Decade, but I like the message of, ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy,’ better.  For whatever reason…I have always been a worrier.  If there is not a clear and present danger to occupy my worry genes…I search for something to fill the gap.  My grandmother, Askew, often remarked that worry was just like a rocking chair…you rock and rock and do not get anywhere.  My mother described herself as a worry wart.  I do not know exactly what that is…but it does not sound good.

It has been my experience that most of  the things that I have worried about have never occurred.  While, issues that were never on my radar…present themselves as problems.  There is a wise saying, ‘Don’t sweat the small stuff…and everything is small stuff!’

The more that I am able to climb over the walls of my pre-conceived notions and the false constructs of fictional ideas that I have accepted as fact…the happier I am!

There is another good admonishment that reminds us, ‘We would not be so concerned what people were thinking of us if we realized how little that they think of us at all.’

MJ and I were talking, the other day, and we marveled at the miracle of living to old age in a body that is, by all accounts, very frail.

One day…we found ourselves as a member of the human race and our home was a planet called earth.  There were smiling faces peering down at us…and we thought…who are those funny creatures?  It was not long before, those same smiling creatures called mom and dad, were cajoling us to take our first step…and we wondered why…when it was so much nicer being carried?

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We began the first grade and the teacher asked who in the class knew how to write their name, and I raised my hand and proudly proclaimed that I knew how.  Upon walking up to the chalk board and making some diverse marks…the teacher said, quietly, that I could return to my seat and that she would teach me how to write my name.  I wondered how something that seemed so simple…could be complex.

Life is full of helpers, as Mr. Rodgers told us, and there is always someone close-by that will assist us in times of trouble.  When MJ had her spinal surgery I was overwhelmed by the support that our fellow congregants at First Presbyterian in Carbondale, Illinois gave us.  They  brought many meals to us and checked  on our welfare on a regular basis.  I felt like I was a member of a large family.

During my years as a manager of the Building Service department at Southern Illinois University @ Carbondale…I wanted my colleagues to feel that they were members of a family that cared about them and who would help them to succeed.

I recall, just after I had begun working at SIUC in October of 1978…my 1963 Ford Fairlane would not start.  I had not been employed for more than a week…and I knew no one.  When I told my former that I needed to use the office telephone to call my wife to come and get me…and gentleman named, Ray Phoenix, said that he would drive me home.  To drive me home he had to travel several miles out of his way…and I knew that I had become a member of a family that would help me when I was in need.

I was worried as to whether or not that I was performing my janitorial functions completely in the General Accounting building, Thalman Hall, and so I inquired of the Associate Director of General Accounting, Hugh Blaney.  I asked him if he was satisfied with my work performance and prefaced my question with the caveat that I understood that my efforts were not as important as the rest of the occupants of the building.  Mr. Blaney told me that my work was the most important in the building…because if I did not do my job properly…no one else could do their job.  He went on to explain that I was doing a wonderful job and ended by purchasing me a Coca Cola.

We are all fellow travelers on a blue spinning orb in he middle of a very large galaxy.  We did not purchase a ticket for the ride….So enjoy the complimentary excitement and thrill!

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6 responses

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  2. “Don’t worry be happy” is something of an all encompassing philosophy…we all need less worry and more happiness, I quite agree with you. I’ve never been a fan of worrying and never worry, things just are, they are either good or bad, but indifferent to us, it is contingent upon us to always strive for happiness and away from negative emotions. Great post! I look forward to enjoying your blog! Greetings and all the best from Spain,
    FBC

    1. Thank you, my friend. 🌞

    1. Thank you, my friend. 🌞

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