Hannah and I get the New York Times most every Sunday. For me, it was a tradition started by my parents back in the 1950s in New Jersey. My Sunday morning begins with a cup of joe, one of Hannah’s biscuits, and the Sunday Sports section; next, before I try to decipher the Sunday Crossword with my trusty iPhone, I read the Sunday Styles section.
The Sunday Styles section has the weekly Modern Love column which has folks writing about their relationships (e.g. For last Sunday (4.28.2019), the titled piece was It’s Not You, It’s Men: I re-evaluated my life after two long-term girlfriends broke up with me while coming out).
I then move on to Social Q’s by Philip Galanes who gives advice about, again, relationships. (e.g. My good friend, who is white, is raising her young biracial daughter as a single mother. She is a loving mom, but in my opinion, she has not given enough thought to helping her daughter form a healthy self-image as a person of color…)
I then move on to the wedding stories, and this is where I get to my point. Cheese and rice, Dan, it’s about time!
Under the Vows heading, the piece is titled A Writer Finally Gets to That Happily-Ever-After Part. It’s about Anne Lamott! I have been a fanboy since the 1990s when she wrote the popular guide for writers, Bird by Bird. She gives Ted Talks with humor and insight. Click here for here for her entertaining 15-minute talk on 12 Truths.
In the review of her wedding to Neal Allen, Lois Smith Brady offers background on each one and how they met. Married at 65, Anne says, Never give up, no matter how things look or how long they take. Don’t quit before the miracle.
What caught my eye was this paragraph. In some ways, they are opposites. She [Anne] is afraid of almost everything, whereas he’s [Neil] afraid of almost nothing. ‘It never occurs to me that anything will go wrong,’ he said.
That makes me think , could being fearful be a choice, not part of one’s DNA. Many of us learn to be fearful at a young age and hone that “skill” over a lifetime. But could it be that with some self-talk, or what some would call prayer, we can “reprogram” ourselves from looking for the possible pitfalls, the dangers, and the roadblocks to being hopeful. I’m not suggesting the transition would be easy, but it seems feasible if one has the “want to” to transform from fearful to hopeful.
Case in point. Hannah and I have water issues in our upstairs bathroom. The stains on the plaster walls are disgusting. With a contractor coming in the weeks ahead, I am hopeful that any damage can be dealt with successfully. I’ll not go down the path of what could go wrong.
Being hopeful, like getting to Carnegie Hall, takes practice, practice, practice.