If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I’m the go-to-guy who somehow meets the impossible deadlines at work. As I sat at my computer to start cranking out drawings on the latest “rush job”, I decided to put in my ear phones to entertain my brain with some music. Suddenly I was transported back to 1977 and was listening to “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas. At the time they were a progressive rock band and were on the fringe of mainstream music. The words that struck me as I listened for the umpteenth time were:

I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes with curiosity

Only for a moment made me wonder how much time have I wasted worrying about things which were beyond my control? Worry happens to be my Achilles heel and I now refer to it as “contingency planning” to keep it in check. It has been said that worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but gets you nowhere.

Now don’t hang on
Nothin’ last forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

Several years ago I was given the honor to help spread the ashes of a good friend. His desire was to have his ashes spread at the base of the General Grant Tree in Kings Canyon National Park. Turns out the National Park Service has rules on where you can spread someone’s ashes. For the General Grant Tree they could not be spread within a 100 yard radius. As we scouted for a place we climbed up on a rock and discovered a large cleft running through it and decided that there could be no better place for our friend’s ashes. As his widow watched from below we poured out his ashes into the cleft. At the same time a breeze blew in the direction of the General Grant Tree carrying his ashes on the wind to his desired resting place. So in the end our friend Ormand became dust in the wind.

The time we have in this life is short. Let’s not spend it worrying about the things we can’t control.

For dust you are, and to dust you shall return.
– Genesis 3:19