For many years, whenever a situation was chaotic and unpredictable, I explained my nervousness by reminding people that my family growing up was always on the edge of turmoil.
This story allowed me to be grumpy and anxious if things weren’t going smoothly. The kind people in my adult life nodded supportively and told me everything was going to be fine.
Although this had been true about my childhood, I’m nearly 66 now, and the only living member of my birth family. This is a very old story and one that really has no value today. When I realized this, I began to let it go. Instead of panicking, I allowed myself to relax in the face of disorder.
No one knows what’s going to happen next, but it’s getting easier for me to live with this truth. Part of that is because I let the old story go the way of the past.