I had talked about daughter becoming a worrier, some time back. What I had failed to mention is that I am a worrier too.
I obsess about stuff,I worry, sometimes lay awake at night, worrying. Sometimes, I manage to convince myself that it is of no use, sometimes, I can’t but let things fester in my head. Sometimes, they are such silly stuff that people would burst out laughing, if they heard some of my worries. At that point in time, though, they are huge in my head. Of course, later, I might just curse myself for worrying so much.
Sometimes truly worrying stuff comes up, and that’s when I realize how petty my usual worries are. And yet, the cycle continues… Little things that eat me. While I’m not a negative person, normally, but when I am in my worrying mode, everything feels bleak and grey, and sometimes, I struggle with it. I wake up tired, because my brain has been at it, even while I was sleeping. And that can be so maddening.
Why am I writing this, just because… Some little thing is niggling away at me, and I think I need to remember the bigger picture..the things that really matter, and that tomorrow, this would be the least of my worries.. Hopefully.