The Worrier

When I first became a network administrator at a non-profit a couple of decades plus ago, I became something of a chronic worrier. There is nothing more debilitating than being one of those. The job was too big for one guy with little if any budget but, after awhile, I sort of went Zen about it. I stuck with that millstone around my neck for just under 20 years. Now I'm again in a situation where worrying about stuff can be a very easy trap to fall into but that Zen attitude gets me through the day. A person only thinks he's in control of everything/anything. Do I hear Doris Day singing? I used gel pen on medium bond acid-free paper measuring 6 by 4.5 inches. This is a black and white example of what Original Jones Art usually colors here in northwest Austin, Texas.