Friday, September 3, 2010

The Absense Of Worry

How might one acheive this? Do you peoples know? I personally don't think its possible.I contend that even with every windfall of money or emotional riches, come a new and improved set of issues to worry about. And vice Versa.
Ma always said that worry is a sin. To worry is to not trust in your Father. Hmmmm
I find that worry is good on a small scale. To worry/ponder a bit, and go on to believe. However, when worry begins to fill up, spill over and flood down the street the above does not apply. Not for me anyway. I find that when THAT point hits I become frozen and can no longer function well. That could be why I am hooked on EVERY season of LOST these days. Too much of my own drama caused me to want to care about someone elses instead. I dont have my head buried in the sand mind you, I have many"what if" solutions spinning around. Its just a nice resting spot to watch LOST issues instead. I cried last evening when Charlie died. Know what? It felt good to cry over something so insignificant to my own life. Yep, Afterall, I have cornered the market on tears in the last 2 years right? Well, I do share that corner with my BFF Ronda.  But poor Charlie!!!!!He reminded me so much of Jamie... sweet, funny, caring, and goofy. I was attached to him...lol  I don't know how many of you peoples have even watched LOST so I maybe shouldn't even discuss it. Anyway, after the tears stopped, season 3 ended, I went to bed and the worry resumed. MY OWN WORRY. Then Mom's words made me guilty. GRUNT. This worry crap is way to consuming.. no wonder I feel sick and tired!! Makes me mad. ( like that's hard to do eh?)
I don't have to worry about Karen's job hunt any longer. My prayers of course went unanswered again as she has been scooped up by a huge health care company in the Bay area. Not here. GRUNT.  My non worry there was quickly diverted to WHAT ABOUT AVI??? Maybe I have NO ABSENSE of worry. No wonder I cannot function properly.
Pictured above are my worry stones. I do not know of their origin, history, meaning....I just like rocks? I keep them on a silver tray in the hallway. I used to keep them in a vase on my nightstand, but it seemed to cause brain racing. Now I just pick ONE and ponder. (sometimes). I suppose I am no different than others with silly quirks like my prayer parrot post its. Ain't easy being me member? OR: Everyones got their own schtick?
I had a nice lunch out yesterday with a member of my stitching group. I think Mom sent her. She said things during our 2 hour visit that only Mom would know. Maybe when I cry for Mom, Mom sent Gloria. Gloria wants to adopt me. I'm a little confuddled...
Oh Lord the minds a terrible thing to waste... I'm gonna go boil some eggs and stick in a Tony Robbins audio... I'll do the one on relationships and see if I can relate!
Don't worry about me, Mom doesn't like it.
Did you know that whatever we FOCUS on we move toward? ahuh, pay attention, it happens!

5 comments:

Happy Cottage Quilter said...

Worry.... hummmm we've all got some kind of worry. I'd love to have a friend that I could share some of my worry with right now. Mine has escalated of late and my BP is showing it :-(

marilyn said...

Thank God for Mom's, mine has been gone
for 24 years and she was the strongest
influence in my life. Love those rocks ! Do
you happen to remember where you got
them? When I read you this post the tune
of "Don't worry be happy" came into my head
and I'm sure I'll have a hard time getting rid
of it. LOL

Gina said...

I can relate to high BP of late! Swing by, we will have a cuppa and compare notes:)

Marilyn, I cant remember all the places Ive picked up the rocks. Quaint shops all over. Rudy whistles that tune sometimes, and I wish more often!

Mama Pea said...

My schtick---a couple glasses of wine and a sappy movie!

Nancy H, http://gomomma.wordpress.com/ said...

I come from a long line of worriers. I think it gives us something to do when there is nothing that can be done. My cuticles suffer the most.

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