It really is a worry how much we worry. I am a worrier and I'm quite worried about it because I although I know how unproductive my worrying is, I still do it. When I get told not to worry, I worry even more. I'm very worried right now about overusing the word 'worry' in this post. I'm worried that no one will read this post, or comment on it. I'm worried I should be doing something else now. I'm worried that I should be worrying about something else besides the worrisome issue of worrying.
Jesus said that no one can make their lives any longer by worrying. I believe in Jesus. I'm a Christian, but it worries me sometimes that I worry so much.
There is one saving grace, two actually: worry does not usually deprive me of sleep, or affect my appetite. I know someone who routinely goes with little or no sleep because she can't stop worrying. I lay my head on the pillow, think a few happy thoughts and I'm gone. I reckon if you can't sleep, or eat, or you are turning to excessive amounts of alcohol or some drug because of your worrying, then that qualifies as a problem.
Everyone worries a little here and there, and many of the things we worry about are worthy of concern-if not anxiety. However, there are many things we worry about which are totally beyond our control, Where then, is the sense in worrying over those things? I'm telling you not to worry, but we all know it's not that easy, and if you like me, you're probably more worried now.
You know what worries most of all? This blog may not help at all. In fact, with all my harping on about worrying, I probably caused you some worry. In fact, I may have inadvertently elevated your worry to anxiety.Sorry about that.
Are you a worrier?