Mr. Worry

While I was over at a friend's this week, I noticed that she had a Mister Men book on her bedside table. It was Mr. Worry. After reading through it, I knew that it would be next book I'd buy for myself. It went something like 'When it was sunny, Mr. Worry would worry that his plants would die. When it rained, he would worry that his roof would leak'. That's me. At least way too much of the time.

A major for example: going back to work after my maternity leave. The question of what would happen at the end of my maternity leave has been worrying me throughout my pregnancy. Now that I've made the decision to resign from my job and stay at home with baby until January, I'm worrying about whether I will find another job when I look for it. The fact that there is nothing for me to do about it until January doesn't stop me worrying about it.

That's the thing about worrying; it robs you of the moment, of what you can experience right here, right now. And right now I want to be enjoying this break with my baby.

In the book, a wizard comes along and tells Mr. Worry that if he writes down all the things that he's worried about, he'll make sure that they'll never happen. As a grown-up woman, I still catch myself wishing that someone would come along and take all the worry away. Thing is, I know that even if someone did, as happens with Mr. Worry, I'd still find something new to worry about.