I must admit, from to time, I tend to worry a bit too much about things (and that’s putting it lightly). It’s in my genes. I come from a long line of worriers. You name it, and I have worried about it. Following are just a FEW (and I stress “Few”) examples:
On a Personal Level…
My Kids/Husband.
Finances.
Relatives.
Job Security.
The Cars.
The House.
The Garden.
The Dog.
My Appearance.
The Weather.
Safety and Security.
Getting Lost.
On a Broader Scale…
World Hunger.
War.
Dictatorships.
Human/Civil Rights.
Natural Disasters/Devastation.
Orphaned Children.
The World Market.
I used to feel that being the consummate worrier that I am, was maybe a good thing. It meant that I took things seriously. That I was cautious and therefore well-informed before going forth. That maybe fear was an asset because it helped me to make better/safer decisions.
Unfortunately, I have also realized that by being so worrisome, it has caused me to miss/forfeit opportunities. To hold back on taking some chances. To stunt my growth in certain areas of my life, and worst of all, to develop an anxiety issue.
Being anxious because of worry is never a good thing, unless you are considering jumping off the roof of a building, etc.
In knowing this about myself, I have made efforts in order to control my worry/anxiety/fear. I have to be constantly mindful of that little voice that enables me to dwell, causes me to lose sleep, and stops me from the spontaneity that is sometimes required in life.
I share this with you, dear reader, because I know that I am not the only one who has a difficult time with these issues. To let you know that I can empathize with you. To hold your hand while walking the fine line between realistic caution and concern, and over exaggerated worry and anxiety.
Peace of Mind comes with being able to balance these emotions, moving forward with confidence and care.
