Worry

If you worry you die. If you don't worry, you still die. So why worry?

I can't remember who said that, but I remember reading it in a Nat Geo magazine at the therapists office when I was waiting to pick up some kids from therapy.

I have been thinking about that a lot lately and how much my worrying controls me. And I don't think I'm okay with that anymore.
I worry too much on if I look like a fool, if I sound intelligent, if I'm attractive to members of the opposite sex. But I really am so tired of worrying of how I appear, that I'm missing just being in the moment, and I'm missing life.

The end result in everyone's life is death. No matter what. I'm just going to be happy. And if I find myself caught up in a worry, I'll bitch slap myself and be happy again. :)