What if's

Today while in Charry's restorative class, I found "what if's" floating in and out of my mind. I have had some issues that have been trying to resolve. Though I feel like progress has been made, the pace has been slower than I would have liked. The unresolved topics were ripe for a visit from the "what if's." While trying to focus on my hour of restoring, I relaized the "what if's" are are keeping me from closure. I recalled the Shel Silverstein poem "Whatif" and thought I would share it, so we might all put "What if's" in their proper place.

Whatif by Shel Silverstein

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

Namaste,
Sandee