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Showing posts with label worry about worrying. Show all posts
Showing posts with label worry about worrying. Show all posts
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A Worry (War) Story
I wrote a friend of mine about how I gave up worry cold turkey.
Here is her comment back to me about worry and my response to it.:
A Worry (War) Story
I have at times almost felt guilty for NOT feeling guilty or worrying. - Katie
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I know that one well. I was a worrier, a catholic worrier, from the time I was seven years old when I started believing the catholic teachings about lying and going to hell. At 16, I was attending Saint Vincent Prep. I was walking up past the school library when I SUDDENLY realized I wasn't worrying about anything. The rush of inner freedom I felt from not worrying was so powerful that it scared the poop out of me and I, immediately, started worrying over the fact I wasn't worrying (in hindsight, how stupid I was). And before I knew it I was pulled back into the worried state of mind that lasted up until a few months ago when I gave up WORRY, cold turkey. As I said in my prior letter to you, the first week of giving up worry was hell. I wore a rubber band around my wrist and every time I caught myself falling back into that worried state of mind, I snapped the band against my wrist to snap me out of a worry spell. After one week of snapping the band against my wrist. I had completely reprogrammed my mind to become worry free. How liberating it is not to worry any more.
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Thought to PONDER
Ever notice the happier you get, the unhappier
some of the people around you get? I wonder why that is?
If you have an answer, leave a comment.
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Here is her comment back to me about worry and my response to it.:
A Worry (War) Story
I have at times almost felt guilty for NOT feeling guilty or worrying. - Katie
(Need the finest soaps,visit Katie's site, Click Here)
I know that one well. I was a worrier, a catholic worrier, from the time I was seven years old when I started believing the catholic teachings about lying and going to hell. At 16, I was attending Saint Vincent Prep. I was walking up past the school library when I SUDDENLY realized I wasn't worrying about anything. The rush of inner freedom I felt from not worrying was so powerful that it scared the poop out of me and I, immediately, started worrying over the fact I wasn't worrying (in hindsight, how stupid I was). And before I knew it I was pulled back into the worried state of mind that lasted up until a few months ago when I gave up WORRY, cold turkey. As I said in my prior letter to you, the first week of giving up worry was hell. I wore a rubber band around my wrist and every time I caught myself falling back into that worried state of mind, I snapped the band against my wrist to snap me out of a worry spell. After one week of snapping the band against my wrist. I had completely reprogrammed my mind to become worry free. How liberating it is not to worry any more.
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Thought to PONDER
Ever notice the happier you get, the unhappier
some of the people around you get? I wonder why that is?
If you have an answer, leave a comment.
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