Last week I was worried. I stayed up late fretting. My mind went over and over each little detail hoping it could find one positive outcome.
As I drove to work the next morning, I wondered What did I actually get from worrying? I got:
- Less sleep than I wanted
- A crappy evening that I could have spent reading or relaxing
- No practical resolution
- Lots of stress pumping through my body.
So I decided not to worry any more. (Easier said than done, I know). But next time I want to worry, I think I’ll try turning to a good book or movie instead.