No worries mate

Today Eleanor wrote about worries on her blog. Not real worries, the ones that make you roll up your sleeves and deal with it but the imaginary ones that go on just in your head but usually are the ones that cause you the most anxiety. She decided to make a list over all the ridiculous things she had worried about today, a sort of blog therapy. I think this is the best idea ever and that it will save you a lot on psychiatry bills.

So I stole it!

Here goes:

My ridiculous worries of today

Today I was so tired of the snow (and desperately longing for spring) that I dug all the way through the snow to see if any of my crocus where starting to sprout. Now I worry that my next door neighbor should consider me nuts! Worse is that I also worry that my boss by some strange coincidence walked by and saw me digging since I am home on day 2 of a stomach bug and definitely shouldn’t be out digging. And tomorrow when I get back to work I will be called into her office and be fired. The fact that my garden is surrounded by a tall hedge and no one could possibly see me makes this worry even more ridiculous.

This weekend I am going to Stockholm to visit a friend. I will also meet some of her friends that I haven’t met before. Now I worry that they will consider me unintelligent, that I will go silent with nothing clever to say or worse babbling complete nonsense. I also worry that they will find my south Swedish accent really stupid. The accent thing is a great worry whenever I go to Stockholm and if I could chose I would speak English in shops and such…. South Swedish accent is often used in film and books if you want to mark someone as being really, really daft hence the fear of opening my mouth….

Today I sent an email to a colleague ( yeah, yeah I am working from home although I am sick….) and told her that I think she is a very wise person and that I appreciate her knowledge and advise. I wrote it in a sort of humorous way and now I am worried that maybe she will be offended…..

Today ( and all other days) I constantly worry about the fact that some day soon everyone will figure out that I am a fake. That behind the mask of competence and knowledge is a person with not the faintest of clues to anything….That although I run as fast as I can sooner or later someone will catch up, point a finger at me and yell FAKE!

And naturally since my last post was about seeing the glass as half full instead of half empty I now worry about you all thinking that I am a big fat lie since ridiculous worrying doesn’t go all that well with positive thinking.

No worries? In your dreams mate!




Take care
Jeanette