Do you worry that you’ll be late for work, or you’ll miss an appointment?
Do you worry about your health, or not being able to pay your bills?
We tend to worry about relationships, career, or whether we’re living a meaningful and full life and not missing out on anything.
The things we worry about are endless. As long as we’re alive, breathing and thinking, we can worry about anything and everything.
Is worry part of our genetic and evolutionary makeup, or is it something we acquired?
If I were to guess, it would be the latter. We were not born worriers. We were born with trust and a blind faith in life. We were made, or, more accurately, turned ourselves into worrywarts.
Today I’d like to focus on the worries that pester us most of the time. On the surface a tiny bit of worry may not be that bad. But compound it over years and countless situations and it turns into a harmful process. I feel I have the worry habit.
The worry habit manifests itself in unease that runs in the background, especially when I’m dealing with non-routine situations. I feel stuck in my head, moving from one thought to the next and dreading undesirable outcomes.
Life, as the great teacher that it is, has presented me with more than a few situations that proved my worry wasn’t only futile, but completely irrelevant as to what actually transpired.
Here is a recent example.
A personal useless worry situation
A couple of months ago I went to a local clinic to donate blood. I didn’t think I would qualify. To my surprise I met the criteria. I thought cool. But deep inside I wasn’t that cool.