No matter how hard I try to fight it,
Like my mother before me,
I am a worrier.
Waking in the middle of the night,
My mind hard at work,
Cataloging every thing that requires worry…
Did I take care of that?
Did I remember everything?
Oh, no-I have got to do that first thing!
How will I do it all?
What if I fail?
Round and round the questions tumble,
A never ending spin cycle.
When will I learn to breathe, to trust, to let go?
I write things down, I send myself silly texts of to-do lists,
And still, my mind spins and spins in the night,
Forgetting it will all come out in the wash,
Whether I worry or not.
The View from Here 
Oh, Neese, I have been a fretter all my life. If you figure out how to shut it off, pleeeeeze, tell me how!
I hope we both figure it out, Syl. ❤️
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I’m a worrier too Neese. I’ve gotten better, but I still spend a lot of time tossing and turning. Love the photo btw. ❤️