Today was a hard day. My husband has been working all day. It was just me and the kids. Having a job will not make us rich or anything. It would mean that I can focus my attention on worrying about something else. I am a worrier. I may be third generation worrier. My mother is a worrier and my grandmother before her. I worry about our bills. I worry about my kids. I worry about the dog. I worry about how much I worry. It is very stressful. I have to learn how not to worry so much.
I have been doing it all my life. It is hard to stop.
I used to worry about if I did something right. I worried about making someone mad at me. I still worry about that. Old habits die hard.
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