Worry is the Stage 5 Clinger of my life.
If my life were a party, Worry would be that uninvited guest that always shows up and just does not leave you alone. The party is going swimmingly, then the doorbell ding-dongs, and – oh, look everybody … Worry showed up.
I may have mentioned that I’ve been genetically programmed to be a worrier (thanks, Mom 
). I often worry about ridiculous things that just will not happen. They usually relate to my current Major Life Event (I needn’t remind you of what that is).
Yesterday I worried that:
- the church gym (where we’re holding our reception) won’t get cleaned up after the party is over, and while I’m sunning myself on a Mexican beach, our beloved church will be tallying up a startling damage and clean-up bill
- that every dollar we receive in wedding money will be used to pay that damage bill
- that my photographer doesn’t like me (so silly) and that he’ll purposely take awful pictures of our wedding thereby ruining our memories of the day and leaving us with nothing to remember our nuptials by
- that I needed to assign a couple friends to take candid photos during our wedding day in case our photographer really did pull such a ludicrous stunt
- that I might gain an absurd amount of weight in the next couple of months and will no longer be able to fit into my wedding dress
The thing about worry is that it’s pointless. These worries serve no purpose. What exactly did I accomplish by reverting back to junior high and wondering whether my photographer likes me or not? Absolutely nothing. And on that note, who the hell cares if he likes me. I should know better.
To illustrate my point further, I’d like to quote a line from one of the most genius television shows of my generation. That’s right, my friends, the show I’m referring to is Jersey Shore. And my girl Sammi Sweetheart describes worry with much more finesse than I ever could (although she is referring to her roommate in this snippet of wisdom):
“[It] kind of reminded me of a dirty chihuahua, just barking, and you just kinda want to smack it to the side.” – Sammi Sweetheart
See? Brilliant. Worry is like a dirty chihuahua that just doesn’t. shut. up.
P.S. Nothing at all against chihuahuas. I am a dog-lover, not a dog-smacker.
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I am a serial worry-er too. It’s exhausting.
Oh yeah, I have a tendancy to worry too. For my wedding I remember worrying about the reception clean up too (my family totally handled everything, everyone was respectful and we got our deposit back), the DJ and if I had been too controling about the music play list (he was great and later told me he enjoyed working with me because I knew exactly what I wanted), and I worried about the weather for our outside event (it rained in the morning and then completely cleared up!). So, worrying ended up being a complete waste of energy . . . but that said, sometimes you can’t help it . . . and sometimes it helps you remember things that you would have let slip by! It’s always good to have a Plan A and Plan B for some things. But, yeah, in other cases – worrying is just that annoying dog you have to slap (gently!) to the side.
I worry when I’m not worried about something. Worry is my steady state. I’m a total weirdo, I know.
Good luck kicking the worry habit – I tend to be on the other end of that, and on occasion I end up finding myself in a situation that I completely didnt see happening. It’s probably just as bad as worrying about it, I suppose
I used to be plagued by worry, never again! I got this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1X7fU2-GMo4) as a present one year and adopted the “don’t worry be happy” outlook on life haha.
Those are some pretty silly worries Amber. I really feel confident that you won’t need to worry about any of those things!
Oh, honey. The first part of that post could have been word-for-word written by me. I can relate to all your wedding worries to, back when I was engaged. Ten years later I get to worry about my two kids, my career, my husband, my parents, my house, etc, etc, and for each of those categories I have about a hundred different things that I come up with each day.
I am a Christian though and Jesus tells us not to worry. I do my best to pray all of my worries to God and if there is something I can do about an issue (such as being afraid my kids will be hurt in a car accident), I bought the safest car I could afford, I don’t talk on the phone or text while driving, observe the speed limit and make sure the kids are buckled in correctly. I can control those things and so I do, and after that I just have to trust the good Lord above.