Worry. Work into the night trying to fix something that just won’t be fixed. Worry about breaking a promise. Worry neighbour’s think you are nutty because the noise you have reported as definitely “something electrical” is very definitely just the persistent, middle of the night cry of a dirty stop out bird. Worry bottom is now the size of a small family car.
Worry about the irony of writing about housework and letting the house go to rack and ruin while you do it. Worry about obsession with tangerines. Worry about not going shopping with Mum, worry about not being able to sleep and worry about allergic reaction causing eyes to sting after using an eyeliner that came free with a magazine.
Worry about the Molloscum on Finley’s neck. Worry about rising cost of mortgage and car insurance. Worry about hole rapidly growing in armchair cushion. Worry Alice the kitten will only eat real chicken for the rest of her life and bankrupt you. Worry about missing your old cat so very, very much.
Drive to school. Worry you haven’t got enough petrol. Worry there won’t be any gluten-free cakes at school cake sale. Drive to supermarket and buy random jumper. Worry it will be too big/too small/look a fright. Buy it anyway. Worry Finley will know you bought shop bought cakes you take back to school. Worry when school secretary says there are lots of gluten-free cakes. Worry who made them. Worry about cross contamination. Worry son will be sick in school and die of shame.
Worry about two hundred unread emails. Worry about sisters engagement present and son’s irrational hatred for a child he longer even sees. Worry playing wrestling game is making him aggressive in growly way. Worry about him being cast as Horrid Henry in school play in case role is reflection of his personality. Worry about swelling on the side of your face because it makes a crunchy, watery noise when you press it. Worry about turning into a hypochondriac.
Worry about what to cook for
Worry about wedding you couldn’t attend yesterday. Worry new medication has murdered your appetite. Worry you will never find another polka-dotty saucer to complete your set. Worry about forgetting to buy wrapping paper. Worry about snapping at old man who swore a very bad swear word when you bumped into him. Worry about not being brave enough to swear back.
Go shopping. Worry about woman with rapidly balding head behind the counter at W. H.Smith. Meet mum’s friend and worry with her about her tear-ducts. Worry about number of shops closing down. Worry about lack of iced mint white
Call at Kath’s. Worry about her heating being broke and her freezing to death in big house. Eat Tunnocks
Worry readers will consider you neurotic. Worry they won’t understand that writing list of worries is cathartic. Worry about endless capacity to share woes with universe.
There. Feel better now.
Worry that you’ve forgotten to text your friend back and arrange that coffee because you’ve been worrying about cleaning the house so your mum doesn’t think you can’t actually function as an adult. And worry about the amount of work you’ve missed this week whilst decluttering and worrying.
(Tuesday any good? x)
I hope you felt a release of worry after writing it all down! I am a worry-wart of the highest order. I try to remember this quote:”Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, but only saps today of its strength.” – A. J. Cronin
Sometimes it helps, but other times worry takes charge. As I get older, I worry much less about the little things. But, as I get older, there are bigger issues to fill my worrier brain.
Worry never seems to go away does it? I feel your pain. I constantly worry about everything too. Perhaps it’s why I don’t sleep much…
I’m not much of a worrier (too much of a fatalist) but I can relate to the writing about housekeeping while the house falls apart bit. I’ve been writing a book about how to prevent/heal sibling rivalry and I swear my kids only argue while I’m doing it.LOL!
Love this. Everyday, it’s how I work too!
Oh big hugs love…worrying can suck the life out of you can’t it??
I so “got” this post. Hugs.
I am a worrywart too Alison and worry about many of the thingss on your list. Years ago I went to see a herbalist up at Covent Garden in London. I told her that I worried about known and unknown things. She said ‘does worrying change anything’ and I said no to which she replied ‘why worry’ then? She had a point.x
I worry daily. It’s just part of my life. Even reading the Mail makes me worry. I feel you sweetie!!!
Breeeeaaaaaaathe! I so love your posts.
My daily reminder:Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.
ralph waldo emerson
I think worry just goes along with being a woman/mother. Perhaps it is part of what makes us the nurturers we are. I learned long ago that worrying doesn’t help and causes wrinkles and gray hair, WHO NEEDS THAT!
I am also a worrier. So much so that I wrote a book on it to see if doing the research would help. Indeed, it does. But I’m a work-in-progress. You may want to check out my book; I still do. It’s called THE WORRYWART’S PRAYER BOOK. It’s filled with Scripture, affirmations, anecdotes and prayers to help worrywarts get off the worry-go-round and trust God more. My favorite: “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore, we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea.” Psalm 46:1, 2.
My husband also coined a phrase I use in my book: “Let there be no crisis before its time.”
Meantime, remember, God’s in charge so give all your worries to Him. He’s the only one Who can make any sense of them.