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Two Writing Teachers
"Don't worry. I've got it. --God"I've always wanted to embrace that idea. I can't. If worrying was an Olympic sport, I'd be a gold medalist.
My Great Granny Antoinette led the way for me. I was her understudy, listening and watching her worry. I thought it was a little funny. For example, when she'd arrive at a party, she'd ask my Granny (her daughter and chauffeur), "When are we going home?"
Granny's response would always be, "What are you worried about? The bricks leaving while you're gone? Relax and enjoy yourself!" (Granny was a very happy-go-lucky lady!)
These words are easy to say but hard to live by. I can find something, anything to worry about, just give me a few minutes. My husband claims that I thrive in worry and chaos. Sometimes he says I worry just to worry.
I don't. Okay. I might. If I worry, no one else has to!
Don't worry, I've got it! --Chris