Worry is a Weight

I notice sometimes...when I'm feeling self-aware....that worrying about something, anything, can really take it's toll. I am the type of person who worries about everything. I worry about the baby...worry about work...is my heart beating too fast, is that car going to come over in my lane...get the point? I don't take pride in the fact that I worry; it's actually a little embarrassing & difficult to admit.

Me, a self-proclaimed bad-ass, that is worried about the smallest things. It's funny when I actually type that sentence. Don't get me wrong, I would be the first to run into a burning building to save a child...without thinking twice (but when I tried to fall asleep that night, I'd worry about what could have went wrong). I guess it's normal. I don't know....it's not something that you have conversations about with your friends - so who knows?

I know this...when I'm worried, I feel a weight on my shoulders. It's cliche, but it feels like I'm physically carrying a heavy load sometimes.....and I only realize it when the worry vanishes. Usually I'm able to stop myself...and think "you have nothing to worry about" - it's all in God's hands. When that doesn't work, praying really helps.

Anyways....enough on that rant. God bless.