Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" This writer needs a sea change in attitude. Can we get a bored Goddess on that, please?
My problem: I sweat the small stuff. I worry about everything. If my computer isn't working just right, I worry about it. If it is working right, I worry that it's going to NOT work right soon. When daughter The Spare can't find her cell phone, I comb the house. If Beta the cat goes missing for a few hours, I comb the house. Worry, worry, worry!
Here's why this bothers me. It bothers me because right now I'm physically healthy, relatively young, my children are healthy, my spouse is healthy. Heck, even Decibel the Parrot is healthy! So what happens when I get sick? When I really have something to worry about?
Worried about getting more worried.
The worry gene runs in my family. It comes from my father's people. My daughter The Heir has it worse than me. (The Spare, favoring Mr. Johnson's family, doesn't worry enough.)
You know what I need? A ShamWow to soak up all the worry, every last drop! Have you seen the ShamWow infomercial? What a revolutionary device!
I would love to get all this worry under control before the day comes that I have something real to worry about and I find myself saying, "I can't believe I worried about where The Spare's cell phone was and how my computer was acting up."
Where's the Goddess Who Fights Anxiety? I would even take advice on this from the Flying Spaghetti Monster.