I worry. It's what I do. If you ask me what I do for a living, I would have to say "worry." It isn't what I get paid to do, but if it were, I would be a very rich woman indeed.
I have found the most effective worrying, and by "effective," I mean worrying that leads to more worrying, perpetuating the "Cycle of Worry," is to worry about things over which I have absolutely no say. Some of my go-to worry topics include: the stock market, rodents in the garage, the battery life of my iPhone, Warren Buffet's health, whether it will be John Lackey's turn in the rotation for an important game, and how Republicans have gutted all three branches of the government.
Mind you, I do not worry about everything out of my control. I have no concerns about not recycling, nuclear war, droughts, or how much television my children watch. Well, I suppose the last one is technically in my control since I am their mother, but I am too busy worrying about the aforementioned issues to monitor their TV intake. Of course, that is not to say that I don't have moments, usually at 2 a.m., when I am not worrying about why these issues do not worry me.
A number of years ago, I had a friend who was a Harvard-educated psychiatrist, trained in psychoanalysis. He told me that I worried more than anyone he had ever met, professionally or personally. I thought that was really cool. If I am going to do something, I want to strive to be the best. However, the world has become even more worrisome since he crowned me Freud's Queen of Worry. I worry that in the intervening years he has identified someone who worries more than I do.
Oh, this is too funny and way too close to home for me! Wish you and I, mutual worriers, could go out and drown our worries in a few cocktails together...I'm famous for worrying about things beyond my control. I'm always expecting the worst the happen. I'm always living for the ceiling to fall tomorrow. ANd I too worry about how much my children watch TV, but today am too distraught and exhausted from dealing with IRene, that they have now been watching for 3 hours, and god knows, what awful unage appropropirate violent cartoons. But they are content, I am tired, and blogging on my bed. Let me in on an secrets to NONworrying if you find one! :))
ReplyDeleteP.S.: I rec this, not sure where it goes or what that means, but you need twitter and facbook buttons on your posts! :)
ReplyDeleteHi, Sandra! Thanks for your comments! Being a parent definitely amps up the worrying... I would go for cocktails, but I worry that I will become an alcoholic :). I tried to add a like button to my page, not sure it worked.:( Take care! Best, Karen
ReplyDeleteI think a little worry, like fiber, is good for you. Too much of it will give you gas. Fiber that is. With worry you get wrinkles. So I figure all people who have facelifts are chronic worriers.
ReplyDeleteThanks for making me laugh. :D
~cath xo
PS...That little line of buttons at the end of each post includes your twitter and facebook buttons so you can fast forward to cyberspace. :D
ReplyDeleteIt's always nice to be the best. I, for example, and the best bad dancer in the world. No one bad dances better than I do. I am also pretty good at saying the same thing more than once in a different way, and driving home my point by reiterating what I said using new phrases.
ReplyDeleteHi, Cath! Nothing like we wrinkly, gassy people! Thanks for reading! Best, Karen :)
ReplyDeleteHi, Doug! Watch out! Today's bad dancing is tomorrow's cool dancing... Thanks for your post! Best, Karen
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