Wouldn’t it be awful if every time you worried, you got a wart? Sick…
For some reason lately, people have been asking me if I’m worried a lot. There’s a lot going on in my life, so I guess that’s understandable. I find myself saying, “I don’t have enough energy to worry about it.” And that’s true. People ask me if I’m worried about Brent’s new job, or my broken liver (not really broken, I’m an exaggerator if you haven’t noticed by now), or if VBS is going to come together (Brent and I are in charge), or if I can get my project turned in on time (I was only 45 minutes late). And the honest truth is- I just don’t have the time or energy to worry about these things.
I don’t consider myself a worrier. There is no point in worrying. It doesn’t get you anything but forehead wrinkles and a headache. That just makes the situation worse, because now you have to worry about how to get rid of forehead wrinkles and a headache.
My solution when you feel like you need to worry- bake cupcakes. There really isn’t anything better than baking cupcakes… except a trip to the mall.