What? Me Worry?

What?  Me Worry?

Worrying...I keep reading that it is really bad for you, health-wise.  Maybe because I'm getting older, I pay more attention to such information.  But  really I've known that forever!  I'm a worrier...always have been, probably always will be.  If I can't find something to worry about, I'll worry about the fact that I have nothing to worry about!  It's probably genetic.  My Dad was a worrier.  Of all his wonderful attributes, it figures I'd inherit the "worry gene"!

I think it's probably normal for Moms to worry about their kids.  What they eat, where they go to school, who they're with... And when they grow up and move out, the worrying doesn't just stop.  Are they happy with their jobs?  Are they enjoying their lives?  Are they healthy? Are they worrying?  Throw parents,  in-laws, grandkids and friends into the mix and you have enough to worry about for a long time.

Prayer is my first "go-to" when I'm worrying.  For years I've been saying "Trust in the Lord, but lock your car"...  You do what you can and then let Him handle it.  I figure the good Lord has heard it all before and I should just turn it all over to Him.  He doesn't have to hear it in church ( I'd be in church all the time, if that was the case!)  I can pray anywhere...especially at night, when the worries really come out.  Another worry...He's probably getting tired of hearing from me.

Hubby has the healthy attitude that things always work out.  And they do.  But who's to say my worrying and praying isn't the reason?  He also thinks I need to see a therapist.  Yeah, that'll happen!

I need to work on this.   I know that.  My health -and life- may depend on it.  I need to start adopting the attitude that  Someone else is driving the bus and I'm just along for the ride.  Anyone else wanna go