So, last week, I had a work-related thing. I mean, I can’t say anything else, really, because as much as I’d like to post about work and could have a whole blog dedicated to the funny, creative and weird things my co-workers say to me, I just don’t because I really, really love what I do. But suffice it to say that this thing caused me a lot of anxiety.
You get the picture.
I spent approximately 48 hours worrying about something that never materialized. I’d played out a million stories in my mind about all of the bad things that were sure to happen, and then none of them did.
If only this was an isolated incident. IF ONLY.
I spend HOURS imagining the worst things. Some perceived weirdness from my sister, in my crazy, twisted mind, becomes The Fight That Ends Our "Sister-ship" (Is that a word???).
Unreturned texts mean That Person Hates You (Although, come on, people: return a text message. It takes 10 seconds. Don’t be a jerk.) and I spend hours stressing away wondering what I did wrong?????
Anyways, this whole work thing made me stop and ask: WHY, MEGAN, WHY?
Why do you torture yourself? Why do you get riled up about things that don’t happen yet? I mean, the short answer is this: I have anxiety disorder and also a touch of the family crazies. But I also know that when I really think about things, I can control how upset I get.... yet off I go.
I’m a worrier. I come from a long line of Professional Worrywarts and resolving to become one of those “happy go lucky” people is just not working for me. However, my new goal is to just wait, and then react and worry and fret when whatever...... ACTUALLY HAPPENS.
I know that half of the worrying game is inventing terrible stories in our minds, but I have enough real things to worry about.
But inventing things that aren’t real yet? I can probably take a break.
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