I FRET over everything. Am I a good mother? Will I lose my job to downsizing? Is my husband happy in our marriage? Are my kids happy? Are my friends happy their my friends? When the world ends what will I be doing at that moment? Do I have enough money for groceries? How will I pay off the debt I have acquired? Will I get sick, again? Even down to the little things like. When do I get gas? Should I do it now or wait until morning?
Most people would call that a “worry wart”. Some have even blamed it on me being a Virgo. I worry because I need everything to be perfect they say.
I just think it is all a part of being an adult I truly believe the more you worry the more of an adult you are.
I can’t help worrying about the mortgage, or the kids, or the groceries. We gotta eat, right?
I spent so many years stressing over every little detail of my life. I forgot about myself. I stopped worrying about my clothes, my hair, even my hygiene at times, as long as everyone around me was okay.
Then something astounding happened. I realized I had disappeared and that was unacceptable to me.
I mean I had dreams once, goals in life and I had traded them all in for everyone else’s happiness. Why?
So I began the long journey of becoming me again. Some couldn’t understand it. Others chose to ignore it but I am happier than I have been in my entire life. So…
Bottom line is never let yourself disappear in the wake of someone else’s happiness. That hill to climb back up to you is a bitch.
FRET about you first because, in the end, everything else will work itself out…