I'm worried aobut myself. Seems like that keeps happening more and more often. Worry. About me. About Liz, Lindz, Kim, other friends. About my dad losing his job. My little sister. Mom and Ray. So many people and things to worry about. Know what? I think I'll just let go. Someone else can worry. I can be concerned. I can offer help but I won't worry. No worrying. Somebody else gets to do my worrying. Any volunteers? Voice time...
Love always,
Vickey
1 comment:
You have just written about something it took my husband until his 40th year to figure out!! To be concerned, and to show love and support, but that worrying over anothers problems, that you can do nothing about, is too much worry after a while. After all, nothing every changed through someone worrying about it!
Sara x
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