A midterm report. On worry.
Mid afternoon.
About time for another cup of coffee for me.
A little pick-me-up so I can continue to navigate the rest of my day and keep productivity ahead of Cinderella’s pace.
Cinderella.
Our Russian Tortoise.
Joining in with Rory @Time out for Mom and Coffee chat. Our discussion this week looks at life now that the kids have returned to school: How ya doing mom? All systems go? Can open, worms everywhere? Tell me about it.
Well, our eldest has been away at college for about two months now.
Seems like something new is always cropping up for me to worry about.
As I told a young mom sitting next to me on the plane back to Atlanta Sunday, “You think when they get to 20 — they’re adults, you won’t worry. Guess what. You worry more.”
This usually happens to me in the middle of the night.
What is it about darkness that conjures up every demon of “worst possible case scenario”?
I now pull up the book on “how to stopping worrying” on my phone when I wake up. It’s me and the little light of my iPhone reading how futile worry is.
And how if I want to stop worrying — I can.
A few logical exercises usually helps set my brain at rest and I fall back to sleep.
Guess with my children are back at school, I’ve returned myself.
Reprogramming years of living each day with untold energy drained away by the worry hypodermic needle.
Maybe I don’t need that cup of coffee after all?
What about you? How’s the routine of school settling in?
