[SORRY FOR THE REPOST – I deleted this post by accident in the WordPress app on my phone – stupid me!  I think I re-created most of it.]

What-me-worry-715605It’s in my nature. I come by it honestly.

My Gramma on Mom’s side was a worrier. She could never be told ahead of time where you were taking her anywhere because she would worry herself sick over it and then wouldn’t be able to go.

My Dad used to fuss and fret when we took family trips. He did not like driving long distances, and he would say, “we’re never gonna get there. We’re going to drive, drive, drive.” He would get so worked up he sometimes spoiled everyone else’s good time.

My Mom who always seemed so calm, cool and collected worried excessively over social situations.  She would even make herself sick over coming to visit my house and my family when the kids were little.  There were occasions where we had to take her back home again because she didn’t feel well.

I was always told that I worried about things that were never going to happen. If that is the case, then I look at it that if I worry about something and it’s never going to happen, then logically (to me), it won’t happen.

peanuts-worryDr. Edward Hallowell, psychiatrist and author of Worry, claims that “Good worry leads to constructive action”, and he suggests that people should not worry alone, because people are much more likely to come up with solutions when talking about their concerns with a friend” (en.wikipedia.org, 2013).

I have always found that after fussing over things for a while on my own, it always helps to share it with someone else.  Asking for someone else’s opinion helps me to put things into perspective and oftentimes family or friends come up with a solution that I have been too close to the issue to see.

Troubles are a lot like people – they grow bigger if you nurse them.  ~Author Unknown