Worry, worry, worry…
Yep, that’s me through and through. Try as I may to NOT worry, I only end up worrying more.
It’s not that I enjoy worrying at all. In actuality I HATE it.
For as long as I can remember I’ve been a worrier…just ask those closest to me. Though I’ll worry about that too.
From the littlest, most insignificant of things to the largely uncontrollable.
If I make a phone call to a friend, significant other or family member and they don’t answer I worry…if they don’t return a call I worry.
Send a text and get no response….what do I do you may ask???? Yep, I worry.
Bringing up a “sensitive” subject I worry about the response or in some cases the lack there of.
I worry that those I love are upset or angry when often times there is no need. In my mind however, silence or delayed responses or again the lack there of fuels the worrying fire.
I worry that I’m letting people down or making them unhappy.
I worry that if I am happy, the other is not.
I worry that I said the wrong thing, didn’t say enough or even worse said too much…one would think I’d have learned to leave we’ll enough alone. But, instead, I worry.
I worry about what others say and think.
I worry that others don’t say or think.
I’ve worried that I’ll be alone.
I’ve worried about loves lost only to realize that nothing was lost.
I’ve worried about the possibility or lack there of.
If someone says everything is ok…why do I worry it is not?
I worry that my best isn’t that.
I worry that my mistakes can’t be corrected.
I worry in my dreams.
I worry about expectations.
Worrying that mine are to0 high or not high enough.
I worry that I’ve hurt those closest to me.
I worry that some don’t agree with me.
I worry because the truth hurts.
Worry that I’ll become too close.
I worry that I’ll open myself to be hurt.
I worry that reality is far more different from my dreams.
I worry that my dreams will not become reality.
I worry that I waste too much time…
I am just so good at it…
Can’t seem to control it… asking are you ok? Are we ok? What’s the matter when nothing needs to be said or done.
Silence can be lethal for a worrier…. I’m just sayin’ is all.
Attempting not to let worry take over and consume me…leading to none other than more worrying.
Worrying about the need to stop worrying…
Worrying about things to be done.
Worrying that things won’t be done.
Worrying that those who mean the most won’t reciprocate…
Worrying that those won’t understand…
Worry about the future and possibilities it holds.
Wheels keep pushing worry through…
Worrying what all this worrying is about…
Letting go of the worry… it should be EASY shouldn’t it.
If it’s meant to be easy it will be…
Leaving the worries in the hands of the One who is in control…