I'm writing today's post on Monday because I'm not sure if our power will hold out for Tuesday or not. Honestly, this storm is sort of starting to scare me, and I am ready to go hunker down in the basement for the next 24 hours. Thank goodness we have champagne in the fridge.
Admittedly, I am one of those people that gets totally wrapped up in big weather events. I become glued to the television, and make every effort to stock up on supplies, food, and anything I think we may need while we're stuck at home. I totally fall victim to the 'craze' that comes over everyone as the weather starts to approach our area.
I have always been a worrier. It's in my blood. But, I didn't know when I was twenty that I would actually start to worry more as I got older. Granted, I have many more things to worry about, like taking your dog out to pee when there are 60mph wind gusts, but my worrying has definitely increased with age. What if we lose power, will I need to throw out all of the food in my fridge? Will that pot of soup, package of bottled water, and container of had boiled eggs be enough for us to live on for 24 hours or so? Hey, I never said I wasn't slightly irrational as well.
I know that some amount of worrying is perfectly normal, and it can even be helpful in events like this storm that we are living through right now. But I won't allow it to define me. Sure, I'll spend the next 24 hours worrying a little more than your average amount, but once this storm passes and life goes back to our normal hustle and bustle, I want to make a point of not worrying about everything little thing. Especially the things that are out of my control.
I'm sure we all play the guessing game, and from time to time, have all wanted to look into our futures to find out how things will play out. I may be guiltier of this than others. This year, I want to step back and realize that everything really does happen for a reason. It may not all happen in my own time, but there is a reason, and when I look back on this chapter of my life it will all make sense.
Faith is a powerful thing, and this year I want to exercise mine to the fullest.
1 comment:
GIRL! I'm a worrier too! It's in my blood! It's a curse though! It steals so much joy! TRUST ME! It only intensifies when you add a child to the mix. Then you have a whole new slew of worries. Last night, for example, I got up 4 times to go in Eastons room because I thought it was too cold in the house. I covered him up 4 times, even contempleted waking him to put on more clothes and socks! It never stops. Then, I got up and put a chair in front of the door because we watched that AWFUL show on A&E called The Walking Dead! NO MORE! I'm done with that show!
HA HA!
ALl this to say, you are normal. Worrying is normal. Just don't let it steal your joy! Glad y'all made it through the storm!!!!!
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