I worry and I worry about worrying.
The slightest troublesome thought can ignite my mind; a chain reaction of concern and anxiety.
Finances, career, health and wasted time are the root of many worries and remain the repeat offenders despite my attempts of worrying my worries to death. They are resilient.
It does not help to know that I am being foolish.
I read the wise words of the Dalai Lama:
“If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry. If it's not fixable, then there is no help in worrying. There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever.”
And I nod to myself in wholehearted agreement before returning to my trembling phobia of the unknown; the potential, the likely and the implausible.
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