Worrying

Anyone who knows me personally, and even those of you who just know me through my blogging, may gather that I am the ultimate worrier. I worry about everything. I can't let things drop and I just keep worrying and worrying. And worrying and worrying. Half of my time has got to be spent worrying. I've spent all night since around 6 worrying. I've been trying to distract myself all evening and have not yet succeeded. When I started writing this post I was thinking about saying that I was excited, but then I realized that it wasn't actually excitement, but a kind of counterbalance to my worrying that I was feeling. I was looking through my mom's bookshelf for something to read (as I have been neglecting to go to the library due to fines for overdue books =]) and I found a book that perfectly suits my needs right now. Heaven Help Us: The Worrier's Guide to the Patron Saints. At the bottom of the front cover it says: "Who to call when your heart is broken, your house won't sell, or you suspet that last check won't clear." This book was written for me! And what a time to find it, right in my own house, when I've been silently flipping out for the past three and a half hours. I just had to post about this as I found it so coincidental and wonderful. I'm going to go scan it now to see who to call on for my issue.

goodnight, all.

xoxograce