One of the memories I have from my grandmother's house, is her collection of coffee table books. She was from an era that admired words, art, and design, or at least - that's what her coffee table book assortment told me she was. But one little green book always caught my eye: 'Why Worry?' was its title.
The book was a book full of wise mantras that can brighten any day and soften any guard. It is now years after she passed, and I am now the owner of this book. It isn't on my coffee table but rather tucked away on a top shelf, and I barely can read a page without wondering 'what did my grandmother think of this one?' or 'yes, WHY worry? Why in the fucking fuck worry!?!?! Which takes me on a long-ish ride on questioning... and wonderings... until I settle on: 'SO BE IT' Because as my grandmother taught me years and years after her passing: why worry?
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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