Day 230 or I Worry

I worry. A lot. Too often for reasons I can't even adequately explain.

I'll be driving in the car and have an overwhelming fear that I have forgotten something. If I don't see my children in the rear view, I run through my mind to confirm that they indeed are not supposed to be with me. I filed my taxes in February, received my refund (spent my refund... no comment), and yet today I stress about it being tax day. Did I forget something? Have I really filed? So maybe when my children tell me that I am crazy, maybe they aren't too far off. Maybe my blog should be 38 and Crazy. Then I could name my new blog "Still Crazy After All These Years".

Why do I do this to myself? It's not that I don't worry about real things, as well -- will there be money in the bank when the electricity is due? Is my daughter's fever something serious? Will you hate that I spent a blog entry on being worried? (Okay. Not really a legitimate worry topic but nonetheless, as I said -- I worry!)

The truth is that my head knows that worrying has no value whether it's over something real or something crazy. Yet I continue to indulge in this less than worthwhile use of my time. This drain on my spirit and distraction from the beauty of my life. Why do I do this? I do NOT know. But I need to figure it out or I will never be fully able to live the life I am meant to live.

Do you worry? For valid reasons or for "crazy'" reasons? What is your coping mechanism?