Worry...

Do you worry excessively? I do, I'm terrible. It's tough to admit but I worry too much about things I can't control. I know I do it. I tell myself it's out of my control so whatever will be will be. I tell Tiny Dancer (who already worries too much) that it doesn't pay to get so upset over things we can't control. Yet here I am, an upset stomach, why? Because Saturday we are headed out on vacation! A wonderfully fun thing right? Should be, but for me I sit and watch the weather report showing a wintery mix coming here to the Frozen Tundra (as MckMaMa calls it). I worry, what time do we need to leave for the airport, how long will it take us to get to the airport, what if the flight is delayed, do we need to pack extra snacks so we don't spend a fortune in the airport eateries? And the list goes on and on...

I'm also worried about getting sick. I feel as though I've been fighting off a cold for a week or so. I've been doing different herbal type remedies (not sure I believe in them, but hey it's worth a shot, right?). I've been using the generic version of Airbrone twice a day, I bought some Coldeze drops (those are yucky!). But I'm determined not to get sick. Mind over matter I say!

My third worry is about me getting around on our vacation. You see, I fell through the floor of our attic down onto the cement floor of our garage in October. I broke my right foot, messed it up good. I am thankful and eternally grateful that my life was spared, it could have been so much worse had I not landed on my feet! I keep telling myself I'm a cat, I always land on my feet. Anyway...back to my worry...I'm finely walking around in regular tennis shoes, but I feel every step I take, I walk slow, get tired quickly, and I worry about how I might hold Dough Boy and Tiny Dancer back from having the fabulous vacation we had planned before I got hurt. Dough Boy is suck a wonderful guy he told me he'd get me to a lounge chair by the pool (yes we are getting out of the Frozen Tundra!), told me to bring lots of books (I'm a reading maniac!) and that he would take Tiny Dancer to do the things I can't, but it was suppose to be a "family" vacation.

So, today I'm vowing to let go of my worries. I'm going to believe that God had a plan for me when I got hurt, he obviously still wanted me here on this earth, and let things come as they will...well at least I'm going to try!

What do you worry about?

Peace and Joy be with you!

Mama to One