It has to be said that I am one of life's great worriers. In fact I am up now, at 6:30am, on a day when I could be happily tucked up in my nice big cosy bed, enjoying my last bonus lie-in of the holidays before going back to work on Monday. But noooo, my brain saw fit to get up before my body was ready & start worrying about stuff. So after tossing & turning for a while I decided that the only thing for it was to get up & write a blog. (It's going well this new years resolution isn't it!)Worrying, you see, the thing is, it's not as if I worry about things that are (almost) completely beyond my control. You know, world poverty, global warming, whether or not the world economy is going to disappear up its own £$@# & we all revert to paying for things with groats fashioned from dried mud. What I actually worry about are things that I could do something about. I worry about the state of my bank balance. I worry that I'm not doing a very good job at work. (I'm probably doing a just fine & dandy job but I still worry.) I worry about having to make telephone calls to ask for things from people I don't know, and people I do know. I worry about not having enough hours in this lifetime to do all the things I want (need) to do...
Still, whilst lying in my comfy bed, tossing, turning & cursing my overactive imagination I reached a conclusion. All this worry comes down to my old friend procrastination. If I stopped procrastinating, took control & just got out there did it I might not worry so much. At the very least I'd only be worried about the things that are happening rather than the things I haven't made happen yet. At best I might just be able to halt the increase in the depth of the lines on my furrowed brow. With the aid of a good moisturiser of course.*
*Mental list 'o' virtue brownie point. I cleansed, toned & moisturised before going to bed last night rather than take a cursory glance at the soap & wave the toothbrush in the general direction of my gob.
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