Worrying!

I’ve turned into a worrier. I’ve never really been someone who worries a lot. I’ve assumed that when things happen to me that I don’t much like then it’s all part of life’s rich pattern. Or something like that!
But for almost the first time ever I’ve been awake and worrying most of the night.
A good friend hasn’t replied to a text message sent yesterday...which has got to be the first time ever.
I have a funeral tomorrow and haven’t yet met the people involved due to us all getting snowed in . The son of the deceased lady was in Essex last week so much of the planning has been done on the phone which is not how I usually work.
I haven’t started my car since the big white out!
That’s this mornings job.
If it won’t start after sitting unused for a week and half I have plans to get help.
At least four different plans. If plan A fails then I go too plan B ....
Etc...
During the night this procession of plans has taken up far too much time when I really needed the sleep!
There are other things to worry about but when I hear about all the real problems that people up country are shouldering bravely then I worry that I’ve turned into one of those miserable old woman who is always seeing the worst of everything.
Outside my bedroom window the sun shines. I have scolded myself that I have no need to worry....about anything...not even the tile off my roof..
Spring is busy springing...so I need to get on with it...and stop worrying!
OK!



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