When I was traveling to other countries, what I was most likely to bring home were a tiny change in my accent and a word or phrase that became mine forever. I also bought lots of books and an occasional other thing, but who knows where they went?
Considering my love of words, I think I ended up with a nice collection of souveniers.
One word I got from the Brits was Brilliant! It’s a lovely word for describing something wonderful and magical.
From the Italians, I carried home a pair Prego, Grazie. How much more musical could welcome and thank you sound? I want a life filled with the two of them.
In OZ, the land of the Australians, I couldn’t leave without No Worries. They’ve become my weekend words.
“No Worries.”
I worked out a while back that worrying about things I can’t change doesn’t make stuff any better and doesn’t make me feel good either. In fact, worrying makes me cranky. I get to feeling sorry for myself.
Talk about a way to blow weekend — being cranky ranks right up there.
So I subscribe to “No Worries” weekends.
(I have my meltdowns on Thursdays, if I really need one.)
