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Hello, Class. Today we will be studying the Lesson for the Week: If It’s Not One Thing It’s Another. A related lesson will also be presented: So Just Learn To Go With The Flow!

Y’know how sometimes little things gang up on you and come all at once? Good things, bad things…just things. Taken separately when you have gotten enough sleep and aren’t anxious, they are all fine. But put ‘em all together and add a dash of “Aaaack!” and it’s an opportunity to learn how to let go.

The Little Things:
1) Tater Tot fell last week necessitating a time and energy-consuming trip to the Children’s Hospital halfway down the county from us. I am now even more paranoid about her falling.
2) I am trying to finish this chair project during the times which I would normally be resting. I am doing this because I love doing it and I feel like I need something creative right now to feel like I have a life. I don’t have one but I can dream, right?
3) I am anxious about stuff that I don’t want to blog about.
4) I am not sleeping well because I am anxious about stuff that I don’t want to blog about. Add to that the not resting because of the project I love doing…you get the picture.
5) The Daddy and I went on a great, fun date on Saturday night that kept us up waaaay past when we would normally be up. Haven’t recovered yet. Yes, that means I am officially OLD.
6) Tater Tot fell again yesterday and got a teeny cut on her lip. Nothing major but it bled. More paranoia. I know that she’s a toddler and, being an active, independent toddler means that she will get some bumps and bruises but it’s still nerve-wracking for me. I’d love to be able to wrap her in bubble wrap but that would just be weird.
7) We have termites. Yes, termites! Two companies are coming Thursday to inspect and give me estimates. The Joys of Home Ownership.

I am fully aware that I often misplace my sense of humor when I am anxious so I am going on a mission to find it. That’s a part of my personality that I’m just not happy with and I’d like to change it. I’d love to be able to just let things go. The weird thing is that I really do know that everything in my life will work out. I do. I’ve seen it time and time again. I just have gotten so used to worrying that it has become a habit. One that it’s time to kick. It’s not realistic to think that I’ll never worry again but it’s time to cut back. That sounds weird. Like drinking one cup of coffee a day instead of two to cut back on caffeine. But maybe that’s a strategy for building a new habit. I can only worry a set amount in a day so pick wisely. Sorry Self, you can’t worry about that because you’ve already worried about three things today. Ha! That’s a funny concept. But maybe worth trying…

Or maybe allowing myself to worry about whatever I feel inclined to worry about but only for a small amount of time. Then doing something symbolic to “let it go”.

Then there’s always playing the worry out to the worst conclusion and devising a plan to deal with it. Chances are slim that the worst conclusion will actually happen. That’s what’s so useless about worry. That and it wastes a heckuvalotof time. Because there is always something to worry about. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Whether it’s termites, your toddler being newly mobile and thus exposed to the opportunity to get hurt, your finances, or whatever worries you, there will always be an opportunity to get your panties in a bunch.

So that’s my goal for May: to keep my panties from bunching. Go with the flow. Keep my sense of humor intact and live the knowledge that it will all work out. I bet I’ll sleep better if I do that…