Food for Thought

Yesterday, my dad and I were watching Toot play with some other kids in the lobby of the church after lunch was finished. I made a comment about how the blue in his sweater didn't match the blue in his pants. I really wasn't consumed with it or anything; it was more of a "huh - I didn't get that exactly right this morning, did I?" kind of moment.

Then Dad said something that I had to chew on a little bit. He said "Quit thinking about it. Thinking about it is first step to worrying about it".

Mm-hmm. This is one of those phrases that's going to go in the "say it to myself as often as necessary" pile.