What if they don't go to class? What if they party too much? What if they pick the wrong major, don't get an internship, don't like it, don't like their professors...?
And, unfortunately, this is a life approach I adopted long ago (I think around the age of three). Duke summed it up once when he said: Telling you not to worry is like telling a normal person not to breathe.
About a year and a half ago, I reached my low point with worry. I was stuck in an ongoing cycle, where I was completely consumed with what ifs. I couldn't break free of it.
But then, a few months later, I experienced a pretty bad break up, at which point ev.ery.thi.ng I had worried about came true. Everthing and more, in fact.
And guess what?
I'm still here! It was hard. Really hard. But when what feels like your worst nightmare of worries comes true, it becomes a whole lot easier to stress less, and really believe that God won't give you more than you can handle.
Oh, and guess what else?
Worrying about all of those things didn't keep them from happening. And it didn't make it easier when they did.
I know it's hard to break free of it when you're a chronic worrier. Sometimes, I think of the words of my 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Plantan. When I was stressing too much about an upcoming test, she said, Whitney, draw a dot on this piece of paper. And I drew the dot. Then she said, This piece of paper is your life. And this test doesn't even represent that dot. In fact, all of the tests in 6th grade combined don't make up that whole dot.
And she was right. I don't remember the score I got on that test, or even what the subject was. But I do remember the lesson on perspective she gave me, which seems a whole lot more important now.
That's all :)
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love this :)
ReplyDeleteTruth! Your title made me laugh.
ReplyDeletebiber! this post. wonderful. thanks girl!
ReplyDeleteTrenty used to be a huge worrier when he was little, so my mom got him a worry box. He'd place (literally or figuratively) his worries in the box and shelf them, and after a few days or past the event, my mom would have him let the worries go. It was really great to grow up with this idea that you could voice your worries, but you didn't have to feel burdened by them.
ReplyDeleteSuch a great post, loved it. I am too much of a worrier as well... I need to get it in check!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you were able to break free of that worrying. I'm a worrier too. It's tough. I try not to worry, but sometimes I just can't help it.
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