I don’t like carrying a heavy purse. Maybe it’s part of the minimalistic approach I’ve taken as I’ve gotten older. As soon as I figured out it was the tweny-two dollars in change rolling around in the bottom of my purse that were the culprits, I put a jar in the corner of my pantry. I throw all my loose change into it as soon as I come home from the store. Keeps my purse from weighing me down. 

As I was dropping in some dimes today, I realized that I want my heart to be as light as my purse. I thought about making a jar for my senseless worrying. You know — writing my anxieties on slips of paper, putting the papers into jar. Why do I get so heavy-hearted about some things, I wondered? It’s as if I’m looking for things to go wrong, dreaming up bad outcomes of neutral situations. Most of the things I fret about never even materialize!

To be completely honest (another behavior I’ve fully embraced as I’ve aged), I don’t think a worry jar would work for me, so I haven’t set up one. But the coin jar experience made me more keenly aware of what a waste of time worrying is!

So now, dropping coins into the coin jar is a reminder to let go of my worries. My change makes me change.