Of all people who know me, no one would say I am afflicted with worryitis. They may say other things about me, which may or may not be true, but that's another story.
If you ask me, and nobody has, worry is just a waste of time that could be used more profitably. Every hour of worry takes away from an hour of happiness. There is absolutely no "rhyme or reason" to spend one moment worrying.
Actually, there is a little "rhyme," (it sounds more like rap than anything else), but I assure you there is absolutely no reason for it.
A friend has a cute motto he likes to call to mind; "Why worry when you can pray," which makes perfectly good sense. If we would spend time we would use to worry and pray, we would discover little to unduly concern us.
Very little in life causes me to agonize or be anxious. I have better use of my time than wasting it in such a useless employment carrying no benefits or retirement.
This has not always been case with me. Once, and not too long ago, I worried about everything. You name it, and I've worried about. My worry list was longer than list of promises of a politician running for re-election.
Then I worried about missing something I should be worrying about, which was my Waterloo, and you know what happens when you miss loo.
This is not to say I don't have a worry in world. There is war in Iraq; economy; and trying to remember what my wife asked me to bring home from store tonight. If I'm not careful, I could easily slip back into those gala days filled with worry.
That was then, this is now. A few years back someone introduced me to a marvelous strategy dealing with worry. Since then, my worrying time has been cut to a bare minimum. Because I'm kind of person I am, I want to pass this scheme along to my friends: both of you.
I call plan, "The Wednesday Worry Club." I simply referred to it as WWC.
Very simply, anything that comes my way in category of worrying, is jotted down on a 3x5 card, which is then placed in a special box called, "The Wednesday Worry Club Box." The item on card is forgotten as I drop it into box. Every Wednesday I open up box and go through cards.
The cards are color-coded for convenience. Red cards are for serious items; green cards are for financial worries; blue cards are for items not needing immediate attention; and yellow cards are for issues with Gracious Mistress of Parsonage (the bulk of cards in box are yellow — but you didn't hear it from me).
The effect is simplifying my life and freeing up significant time previously occupied with worrying. I cannot tell you how this has enriched my life and I am anxious for you to experience benefits of WWC.