I'm a worrier.
I stress.
I groan.
I procrastinate.
I freak out.
I flip out.
I worry.
I'm a worrier.
It's what I do.
Part of who I am.
And most of the things I worry about, are only there because I picked 'em up and stuck 'em on my shoulders.
Some things that are mine to worry about.
Some things that aren't mine to worry about.
Other things that I created the worry with no reason.
And I can't seem to let go.
To pray, act, let God move.
I worry.
I'm a worrier.
I worry about not trusting God enough.
I worry about "trusting" in a way that's just enabling my procrastination.
I worry about not trusting Him with the right things.
I worry about how other people see me.
I worry I won't graduate high school.
I worry I won't complete math in time to graduate high school.
I worry I won't complete math in time for science.
I worry about college.
I worry about my friends.
I worry about my family.
I worry I don't read my bible or pray enough.
I worry about not going to church
I worry about going to church.
I worry about the fact that my computer is hating me right now.
I worry I write too much.
I worry I don't write enough.
I worry I don't read enough.
I worry I read too much.
I worry I spend my time unwisely.
I worry it's impossible.
I worry it's not worth it.
I worry about driving.
I worry about my health.
I worry about money.
I worry
I worry
I worry
I'm a worrier.
(I'm worried I used worry so much it doesn't even look like a word anymore.)
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
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