tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post639307165462133784..comments2023-10-31T03:04:57.813-07:00Comments on Year of No Fear: Confession Wednesday-Worry, Worry!Jeri Hazeltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02703956748850014778noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post-88412759956490979782008-09-04T11:05:00.000-07:002008-09-04T11:05:00.000-07:00My husband left the garage door open early one mor...My husband left the garage door open early one morning when he went to the gym. Some punks stole some things out of the garage while I was inside sleeping. It was mostly just junk that they took, but since then I've been paranoid about the garage door being left open. This was three years ago.<BR/><BR/>Even to this day, I'll be at work, completely engaged in what I'm doing, and suddenly my head will jerk up and I'll think, "No one is home right now. Is the garage shut?" I have to fight the urge to drive home just to check.<BR/><BR/>A wise man once told me that worry is a "conserved quantity," meaning that the amount of worrying doesn't ever change, but the things we worry about do. I guess since I don't have to worry about being eaten by a saber-tooth tiger or dying from polio, all I have left to worry about is my stupid garage door.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post-24414355454763904062008-09-04T07:40:00.000-07:002008-09-04T07:40:00.000-07:00I am not much of a worrier, that's my husband's jo...I am not much of a worrier, that's my husband's job. We do joke in our family that daddy's gray hair (at the ripe old age of 35) is because he worries. I have a worrying daughter. I tell her figure out what's the worst thing that could happen, figure out how you would deal with it. Anything other than that wouldn't be as bad, right?LCMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09302609358772748900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post-649952536496469782008-09-04T07:23:00.000-07:002008-09-04T07:23:00.000-07:00I worry a lot too. I'm constantly wondering if I'm...I worry a lot too. I'm constantly wondering if I'm doing the right things and how I can better plan the future and be a better parent, but even though I have some BIG worries right now, I have realized the Lord will help me through them. I've also taken on a more live life type of attitude. I realize I'm not getting any younger and sometimes I just need to stop thinking about all the what ifs and enjoy life and trying new things. It's never going to be that perfect time to do some of the things I've wanted and I just need to bite the bullet and do it.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10779033828123740917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post-65220669465629029832008-09-04T00:09:00.000-07:002008-09-04T00:09:00.000-07:00I am a constant worrier. I had a huge post all ab...I am a constant worrier. I had a huge post all about the "what ifs" last month. Why, because they are constantly on my mind. I worry about bills, the kids, how badly am I damaging them, will they remember me as a nice mom, or just a yeller. What if my husband gets this new job? How will we live apart for two or three years. Ahhh, all this commenting is making my worry more. Maybe I should just go to bed, but no, I have work to do!Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08577462362266747474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post-57545761690061229602008-09-03T22:55:00.000-07:002008-09-03T22:55:00.000-07:00Yeah, I worry/think about the what if's all the ti...Yeah, I worry/think about the what if's all the time too. It doesn't occupy all of my thoughts, but a lot of them. It usually only stresses me out if it's something I can't plan out or fix. If there's planning I can do, then I don't worry, since I enjoy planning things so much! The things I can't plan I try to let go, but it is HARD and I'm not always successful...Savannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01106100619960288158noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post-9183737498624093062008-09-03T18:04:00.000-07:002008-09-03T18:04:00.000-07:00What a wonderful story. That could be a lesson in...What a wonderful story. That could be a lesson in the New Era or Ensign. I hate to worry and fret but I still do sometimes. Until I had some hair fall out. Then I realized I like my hair more than I like to worry. So I try to remember to think "Peace". If the Lord could calm a huge sea and the winds just by saying "Be Still." Then surely, I could calm my worries by thinking, "Peace" and I get to keep my hair!Tanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16350826820598287542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6752448063625475106.post-3612264547868165972008-09-03T15:14:00.000-07:002008-09-03T15:14:00.000-07:00I have the opposite problem: I should worry more!...I have the opposite problem: I should worry more! I am a chronic avoider . . . when things get too big for me to handle, I just pretend they don't exist. While this keeps me from getting too worked up, I don't recommend it. My poor husband will ask me things like, "What should we do about a second car since my truck is permanently broken down and my job requires me to drive?" And he'll get replies like, "Uh . . . I dunno . . . have you seen the nail clippers?"<BR/><BR/>Which reminds me . . . I'm weeks behind in my work . . . and my fingernails look a little jagged.Mrs. Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01605108008955832001noreply@blogger.com