I just read this post on Cup of Jo, and it so describes my life. Twenty-seven? Check. In a semi-lasting funk? Check. Worrying about my job, my future, my money, my friends, my family, education, and about 25 other things every day of the week? That's me. In my defense, I truly believe a couple of these worries are founded, and it can be a good idea to take a serious look at something that might become a larger problem down the road, but still, stress and worry are like a disease for me, perhaps an addiction. Often, I know I'm over-doing it, but just can't help but get carried away.
Friday, November 4, 2011
The Trouble With Worrying
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