If an award could be given for worrying, it would so be mine. I can get myself worked up over the tiniest little thing, it's crazy. Then give me something real and I'm blowing chunks, shaking, and I can't think straight.

My husband doesn't get how I do this to myself. He keeps telling me I need to stop. My only explanation:

Worrying works, 98% of what I worry about never happens.

A Facebook friend of mine had posted that quite some time ago, and I have clung to it. He's right. Worrying DOES work.

When I find myself stressing about the dumb stuff, I remind myself of this and can at least have a moment's reprieve with the chuckle it brings. Now I just need to find a break from the big stuff.