When I was a kid I can remember seeing a PSA about worry. It showed an empty rocking chair, desolate looking. The speaker said, “worry is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but gets you no where.” Even as a kid it stopped me in my tracks and made me go, hmmm. I am plagued with worry, it’s what I do – like a profession. My sister is the same way. I’m no Dr. Phil, but I think it could be a product of a very unstable childhood. I obsess about what might happen, could happen or won’t happen if I need it to. It makes me crazy, literally. I can’t stop. When one worry is put to rest there are a million more in line with their little numbers, next. One recent scenario goes like this: I’m worried the house won’t sell, but it did, so I started worrying that we wouldn’t find another one, but we did, and then I worried that we wouldn’t get the bid in before someone else did, but we did, now I’m worried that they won’t accept our offer. Stop the train, I want to get off, really, I do. Oh and the house worry is only one offshoot of worry, there is still kid worry, career worry, I’m too fat worry, what’s this world coming too worry, gas price worry and what’s for dinner worry. See what I mean it makes me want to drink tequila, straight, no lime or salt, right from the cat bowl. The smallest thing can keep me awake at night, like did I put stain remover on my shirt with the red wine spill, did I get enough cash out of the ATM, will Little Chief be overpowered by a bully at Vacation Bible School, will Barack Obama’s people tell him to go on and wear that flag pin, will
Mama’s Losin Itfoster that dog even though some of us begged her not too……Phewww. See, it’s exhausting. Today I’m going to try not to worry so much. It is my mini-goal. Starting right now, I am so not worrying that you folks might think I’m crazy. Nope, nada, zip – not doing it!
