I must have taken this screenshot because I am an expert worrier. I learned it from my mom. And, I learned it well. If there is something to worry about, I’m there. I drive myself crazy with worry. I drive my husband crazy with my worry.
Every time I come across this poem, it strikes me just as much as it did the first time I read it. I have yet to fully learn the lesson of the last verse. I am trying to get there. I really am. Sometimes I try to kid myself into believing that I am there already. I’m not. I don’t know that I ever truly will be. But, I will keep working at it. Every day.
I think I sometimes confuse worry with caring. How do you care for someone, about someone, and not worry? How do you care about yourself without worrying that you are doing the right thing? How do you not worry that you did your best? How do you not worry that someone will think you could have done better, been better, helped more, given more? There is so much to worry about.
It is true that my worry comes to nothing. It will change nothing. No one benefits from it. No one but me is hurt by it.
If only I could sing, then maybe I would not worry.
I too am an expert worrier, Sam said if I don’t have anything to worry about, I will look or invent something. I’m glad to know I’m not alone in this area, had no idea you were such a worrier, you hide it well. The poem is very helpful.