Being a Band Wife: Terror Threats in Norway??

Okay, so I've been wanting to add a section to my blog about being a band wife for a while, but today I got the push I needed because there's something I want to talk about. Fear.

Why have I been inspired to talk about fear? Because, my sweet Mr B. has been spending a large percentage of his time in Norway, a country that many Americans barely know anything about, but one thing we do know is that we never hear about political struggle or terrorist activity or really anything bad. From what we understand, Norway is quiet, cold, dark (in the Winter), wealthy, secluded and more-or-less off the radar. As a wife, that makes me sleep well at night. Risk is low. He's safe. 

So when I get a call from Mom B (a habitual worrier) telling me there are terror threats in Norway, my head spins. What happened to low-risk? What happened to safe? My mind suddenly goes into overdrive wondering where he is in relation to the susceptible areas, wondering if there will be focus on large gatherings of civilians or if it will be more government-focused, wondering wondering wondering. STOP. 

Then I remind myself that there is nothing I can do about any of this. I can't put a stop to the tour. I'm not the type of wife to tell him to come home (if I was, he wouldn't have gotten this job 2+ years ago - he doesn't like to bail on people). And that the people who are able to do something are probably on overdrive right now. Norwegians love their citizens and they will do everything they can to keep them safe. 

So I'm reminding myself that worrying won't make him safer, it will just cause more unrest in me. That's unhealthy - read: unsafe. So why should I spare my safety and make Mr. B have to worry about me, worrying about him? Nope. Not gonna do it. So I will continue to find my calm, zen, bliss, peace. And await his safe return. Until next time.