I grew up with a mother who had worrying perfected to a fine art. In her older years, she improved on her technique until, I declared, if she didn’t have something to worry about, she’d worry about that.
So I know a bit about worrying! I also know just how fruitless it is. There are people who, as my mom did, spend a lot of time fretting over things that might happen, things that could have happened, and things that would never happen. I bet you have met some of these folks yourself. Maybe, I say maybe, you are one of their populous numbers.
There was a time when I worried with the best of them. After all, I had a good role model. I wasted more time than I like to admit being tormented by nerve-racking thoughts. Until one fine day, I realized that the things I let nearly put me in a panic never came to be.
It was the things I’d never even considered that threw my life into a tailspin. I found out the things that created havoc came unexpectedly, when I hadn’t worried about them at all.
There have been several drastic challenges over the years. When I survived those things, I realized I could make it through anything. What was the sense of worrying? Why ruin my todays by worrying about what might, or might not, happen tomorrow?
Now I enjoy my good days and if something serious does pop up, I handle it as I go. I deal with facts, not suppositions. What a wonderful difference it has made in my world.