Am feeling more and more worried about the future of American workers…

Time was, a person could teach or work in a factory or do just about anything and make an honest living.  Most of that evaporated long ago, but in the past 20 years there was still hope – a person could be a programmer.  But as more and more programming becomes increasingly complex yet more automated, I am thinking that in the long-term there will be a fewer programming jobs with just a few highly paid IT jobs, and everyone else will be working menial and low-paying jobs where it is hard to make a living.  I feel like a century from now, we are all going to be serfs again, with a few business titans owning everything and the rest of us fighting for scraps and eating government subsidized fast food (i.e. poison).  The problem with humans automating things is we don’t make life easier for the masses – we make it more pleasant for the elite while the rest of us have to scrape to find increasingly difficult to find jobs.  I am not sure what my kids or my grandkids are going to do, let alone me in my golden years.  I hope I am wrong…

Am feeling more and more worried about the future of American workers…

The “quiet” panic attacks are returning a little bit…

I am wired to smile.  I am always surprised when I see photos of myself, because I am always smiling, even when I am not aware that someone is taking a picture.  I mentioned it once to my wife and she said, “You are always smiling.”  I’ve always been that way, even far back into childhood.  So no one in a million years would guess, but the past few weeks I’ve been having my quiet panic attacks, where suddenly I am worried about work, money, the kids, etc.  When they very first started, in 2009, we were in wonderful financial shape but I was having worry attacks about money (turns out, the worries were founded, since medical bills have wiped out our savings over the years 🙂 ).  They went away for a few years, but are back again this month…

Thank goodness, for my therapy, because when this happens I take the steps he taught me (think of three positives, don’t worry about the future, five deep breaths…) and this almost always sweeps away the worry so I can go on with my day.  I had one last night as we were being seated at Mexican food, so mentioned to my wife that I’ve been having them lately (again, no one would have any idea I was having those worries, and thank goodness, too, that I know that it is just chemical).  My wife mentioned that worries her, because that was a retrospective symptom I had when I was first getting sick with lung disease – turned out all those worries I was having back when were a symptom of my sickening lungs.  So she is a little bit worried that I am relapsing.  I don’t think so, I think I am just tired and needing our pending vacation.  But she makes a valid point, so I am going to make efforts to cut back on inflammatory foods for awhile (sugar, etc.).  Fingers crossed!  And for the millionth time, I am grateful that I care about my health, but don’t worry or stress about relapse or death — a day at a time.  Once again, I have my therapist to thank for that.

The “quiet” panic attacks are returning a little bit…