I'm better than I used to be, but I am the ultimate worrier. I worry about everything. I worry about what other people think. I worry that I might say something to hurt others' feelings. I worry that my son has to work hard. I worry that my son and daughter-in-law won't get the house they're hoping for this spring. I worry about my darling grandchildren who are all sick right now. I worry about my husband and all the crazy hours he works. I worry about my parents (even though they now live just down the street and I see them every day). I worry that my sister searches still for that place to call home. I worry that I won't meet my deadlines. I worry that...I spend too much time worrying.
That wonderful husband of mine sent me the perfect "thought for the day":
"The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work." -- Robert Frost
Time to quit worrying and, well, work... The blank pages await.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
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