There is something I can not help but notice. I waste too much time worrying about things. The question is, what good does this habit do? The answer seems clear, and from my perspective, most of the time it is worthless.

Apparently I have been a worrier all my life. When I was younger and had a family of three children, a lovable Basset Hound, and a big house on a Ravine back in Illinois, I referred to myself as the "house worrier." It would seem that all these years later, I continue to practice the same ridiculous habit. What good does it do to worry? It doesn't change anything, but makes you feel miserable and helpless.  Nonetheless, I insist on doing the same thing over and over again, even recognizing that it doesn't appear to change things. Bad habits are hard to break, and the older a person gets, the more ingrained they become in one's personality.

Why feel depressed about what can possibly happen this afternoon or tomorrow? It would seem more sensible to just say, I'll deal with whatever, if whatever takes place. However, those old methods are like a fungus. Once you get them, it's hard to make them go away.

Why can't I think about positive things like how fortunate I am to still be hanging around in the world? That would seem to be a more sensible way to spend my time than worrying about what might happen this afternoon when I go to see the doctor, or if I drank too much water today.

I must admit that writing helps me to take my mind off of worrying, and I should have learned by now that regardless of the mistake I make daily, I will undoubtedly continue to make them unless there is some way to finally grow up and see reality. The choices are mine, and if I choose the incorrect ones, I have no one to blame but myself. I have yet to appropriately throw this predisposition in the garbage where it belongs.

People say look at life positively. They are full of advice that is supposed to help one to break bad habits, but I just can't seem to get the message, even though I have gone so far as to write down the reasons I should be thankful for just being here to do what I do. 

It is obvious that I am not alone in this predisposition. What have others done to make the worrying go away? I am a reasonably intelligent woman, and should be sensible enough to find the answers for myself. It is patently clear that worrying doesn't change anything. The object is to learn how to simply deal with things when and if they happen, and not waste valuable time on maybes. That would appear to be the best solution, and can undoubtedly solve this dilemma.  Life is too precious to waste one minute dwelling on the unknown.