I’ve been worrying too much lately. It’s not good for me. I do most of it at night, when the lights are out, and I wake up at 3 am, unable to sleep. My worries run the gamut, but they always start with my 4 children: from my daughter in Africa (Will she catch some horrible disease from an errant mosquito?) to my son on a farm in New York (Will he survive another 105 degree day of digging up garlic plants?) to my other daughter at a blue grass concert in Connecticut (Will she be caught in a stampeding crowd of drunken concert-goers?) to my daughter here, safe under my roof (Will she be able to handle this upcoming year in high school, with her 3 sports teams and band and outside-of-school activities?) to my job (Will I get everything done that is sitting on my desk?) to our finances (Never mind) to my health (Will I keep gaining weight or become an obese elderly woman that people pity and scorn?) to politics (Will Obama survive this nightmare? Will our economy? Will the world?) to religion (Is there a God out there listening?) back to my children (Why didn’t I brush their teeth more often? Damn those stupid fruit roll-ups that I thought were healthy! We won’t be able to afford the next 8 years of college! Do they have what they need to make it in the world after college? which leasds to: Did I give them any kind of spiritual basis to help them deal with their futures?) You get my drift. This is where things tend to go rapidly down hill into complete negativity. I’m sure I don’t need to put examples here. I’m sure most women over 50 know the kind of negative thinking you can do at 3 a.m., given a little energy and inclination!
I’ve heard from a very reputable source that you can create negative channels of thinking in your brain if you keep thinking the same negative thoughts—that you actually wear paths so that your negative thoughts become the easy trail through the woods that has the most markers! They say that your job is to stop those negative thoughts by wearing new paths.
I’m working on it. I’m trying to make myself say positive things to myself whenever I can: “The kids are healthy, and they have great teeth that they inherited from their grandmother!” or “It doesn’t matter that your house is a pigpen! You’re too busy getting your priorities straight to clean that back room!” or “You have willpower of iron! You are getting thinner every day!” or “The world is not falling into a heap of total and complete ruin, no matter how much the signs point to that scenario!”
As I said, I’m working on it. But it’s hard. Continue reading Driving Myself Crazy by Worrying Too Much