A friend asked me if I wasn’t a little apprehensive about my upcoming surgery tomorrow. “Not really”, I replied, “Heck, if my insurance would pay me, I’d do it myself ”. Of course, if I start to thinking about it, what ‘should’ be, or what I ‘should’ do, stressful feelings emerge. As long as I remember that all I must do is show up and endure, peace remains(*). Isn't stress really just fighting against what is. Now, if what is, is a tiger, then we need all our stress hormones pumping at full throttle. Isn’t ironic how we have succeeded in safeguarding ourselves from many of the dangers we faced in the wild only to replace them by imagined ones.

(*) Well, it also helps that the surgery is a simple hernia operation.