Tuesday, November 23, 2010

What me worry?

My mom was a worrier, something she would never, ever admit. If I worried about anything as a child, she would always tell me: Worrying is like a rocking chair -- it gives you something to do but gets you no place.

This little tidbit annoyed me to death, and it's something I NEVER told my kids. That's not to say I didn't pass the worrying trait on to them. Unfortunately, it's in our blood.

The last few months I have made a real effort to stop worrying -- at least about the things I cannot control. Sure, worrying gives me something to focus on, but what good does that do anyone, especially me?

For years, I worried about what people thought of my fat tummy and quarterback shoulders. Now, I simply don't care what people think. If they think poorly of me, there is nothing I can do to change their opinion. But this is just one example. There are hundreds of examples I could list, things I used to worry about and now I just let them go. I do acknowledge my worry-item du jour, and then I mentally place the concern in the belly of a bird and let the bird fly away. I let it go, and with that flight, comes a freedom I have never before experienced.


And as this becomes more a part of what I do, I find myself happier with me, my life, and I am making better food choices each day. It really does feel good to be happy. It's time to let go of my worry wrinkles and bring on the laugh lines.

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