I used to be a worrier with a capital W. If there was anything to worry about I could find it. I even worried about things that didn’t really need to be worried about…it’s what I did. It came naturally to me.
The mundane, I could worry about, the trivial, I could worry about, the past I could worry about, the future I could worry about. Whatever it was you can bet I could find something in it to worry about.
I can’t remember when or why or what happened, but one day I decided that if I was going to be such a worrier, I didn’t need to do it all day long. I would have a worrying half hour. I would save all my worries up for half an hour a day and that would satiate my worrying appetite.
The very first day I felt really strange, something was definitely missing. Worrying had been such a big part of my life, a big part of who I was, that without it something didn’t feel quite right.
Isn’t that weird? I missed worrying. I was so used to it that setting it aside for my worrying half hour left me feeling unsettled, uncomfortable even and it was then I knew that it was definitely the right thing to do.
Another odd thing happened though, when it was time for my worrying half hour, I found I didn’t have enough things to worry about to fill it! What I’d been doing was worrying about the same things over and over throughout the day. What an awful waste of time.
So for you worriers out there, give it a whirl, give yourself a worrying half hour every day and let me know what happens. Who knows, you might end up like me with so little to worry about, it’s hardly worth the effort.
Encourage one another.