All For NaughtMy Mom taught me this wonderful skill of worrying...I completely blame her for teaching it to me, but I blame myself for continuing to do so. Worrying is so exhausting...I lose focus, I lose sleep, I lose motivation. And as it so happens, it always turns out to be all for naught.
My worries are always unfounded, and it's always my head that gets running away from me. In my heart I know the truth, but my head is going off on varied tangents that I feel like I can't control, but I KNOW that I can. For some stupid reason, I choose not to control it, and I just go on my whims and I worry.
Stupid worrying....I hate it!