Something I like to sit and reflect on every now and then is that I will always worry. That will never go away. I will manage differently on different days, but that’s just me coping with it and not actually being free from it.
The quality of the worry is important to stop and look at.
Lets say I’m worrying about what I’m going to make for supper because I forgot to take something out again and I need to whip up something that defrosts easily that the children enjoy eating. That means I’m not worrying about how I’m going to get food for the children.
Perhaps I’m worried that I’m not good enough at keeping the house clean. That means I have a home to live in.
As long as I’m worried about things like getting rid of fruit flies, how to get stains out of everything, and if the children are having enough social time with their friends; I know life is great!
Right now I’m overflowing with stress and I couldn’t be happier with the quality of it.