Sunday, June 10, 2012

Marco, Job-O. Where are you?

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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