Worry. It's something most of us do from time to time. Like when you wake up in the middle of the night and can't get back to sleep and your mind starts meandering and then often heads down the worry path.
I think about the state of the world, there's plenty to worry about there.
Or, I worry that the man will never come to replace our front porch. It's been over a year now. So many things to do here and at The Project and I wonder when they'll ever get done. Oh, they will in due time. Maybe not as soon as I want them to.
I worry that I'll wake up with something out of whack and I'll never be the same again.
I wonder if a noise of unknown origins woke me up and if I should look around the house, but what if someone is waiting to bop me in the head if I walk down the hall?
After saying a prayer for whatever the worry of the night is, I fall back asleep until a kitty wakes me up for food.
What I no longer worry about is whether I am using the most correct grammar in my writing. I know you know what I mean. I think. Don't you? Ha!
I no longer worry if my house is spotless as I once did and there are a few cat hairs around. The kitties are part of our family and we all love them.
I don't worry overmuch about appearance like I did when I was much younger. So what if I can't hold my tummy in any longer or the neck sags or my skin is getting crepey.
There's something to be said for getting older, and there's too much life yet to live without worrying about the unimportant things and especially things you have no control over. Well, maybe I could quit eating chocolate, but the rest is beyond my control and I do use moisturizers daily.
The weather is warmer and we're still getting showers now and then. The redbuds are blooming and the lilacs are beginning to bloom, too. It's a beautiful spring!
Happy Thursday to you!