What Me Worry?

I know I've blogged about this alot, but I think it bears repeating: I worry. A lot.
I think I got this character trait from my mother. For even though she is a strong and confident woman, she has always worried a lot.

I worry that I worry too much. I worry that I worry not enough. I worry that I'm not doing a good job. I worry that I may be letting people down. I worry that I'm not pushing myself hard enough. I worry that I put too much pressure on myself. I worry that I do too much. I worry that I'm not doing enough. I worry that I don't take enough time for myself. I worry that I take too much time for myself. I worry about other people's feelings. I worry about other people's feelings towards me. I worry that I'm not pretty enough. I worry that I'm not thin enough. I worry that I'm not strong enough. I worry that I'm simply not enough. I worry that people will hate my show. I worry that people will hate the show but tell me they like it anyway. I worry about the way I drive. I worry about the way other people drive around me. I worry that I don't speak up. I worry that I talk too much. I worry that I don't love enough. I worry that I'm not loved enough. I worry that I keep everything inside. I worry that I reveal too much. I worry that I'm not good enough. I worry that I'll never be great. I worry that we are killing our planet. I worry that I may die tomorrow and have nothing to show for it. I worry about the thousand other things that I worry about but have forgotten to include here tonight. I worry about old friends. I worry that we will never be firends again. I worry about you who might be reading this and what you might think. I worry about you who do not even know I exist. I worry about me. But most of all, I worry that one day, you will forget me.

I worry that I worry.

And now I can't sleep.