I worry about anything and everything. Sometimes it is insane the things that I worry about. Name a subject or scenario and I can almost guarantee I have worried about some aspect of it. What is scary is that I could be passing on the anxiety to my kids. The worrying tends to keep me up at night, though sometimes it's not even one thing worrying me, just a general anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach. That is what had me last night. I was just jittery and couldn't calm myself. I hate it when I get that way.
Right now, I'm worried that a good deed the kids and I did yesterday might come back to bite us in the butt. A homeless guy walked by when we were outside in the front yard sprucing up the porch and playing. He asked for money to eat and since I had none, I offered to make him a sandwich. So I did, and instead of taking the food and going, he made himself comfortable on the porch swing and stayed for a while. Now I am worried that he'll keep coming back and honestly we can't afford to feed a grown man plus us every day. Or I might be worrying over nothing and he won't show again. I was trying to teach my kids compassion and now I'm worried that it will backfire. I told you I worried too much.
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