I was a chronic worrier. Everything worried me – and I do mean everything.

Will I wake up on time? Will people like me? Will I look okay? Will I get fired? What will happen to me?

Worry, worry and worry some more – 24/7.

And then, one day, I stopped.

Just like that.

Sure, I still worry a bit here and there as we all do, but for the most part – I just don’t worry excessively. About anything.

I’d like to tell you that I had some great epiphany – that I discovered a secret that all other humans would love to know.

But no, it wasn’t anything like that.

It was exhaustion.

I couldn’t do it any more.

I was done.

The headaches, the rapid heartbeat, the tense muscles, the wrinkes developing all over my face.

I was tired of it.

I literally woke up one day and said ENOUGH!

I’m going to stop caring about things so much and just let them happen.

I’ll do my best and let the chips fall as they may.

I did do one other thing. Whenever I felt worry coming on, I scheduled it in my planner, always with a 5 minute limit.

“I won’t worry now, I will set aside tomorrow morning and worry about it then.”

I decided that I’ll control those things I can control, and be happy as an observer for those I cannot.

And if things don’t work out, I’ll adjust.

Today, I accept who I am. I accept whatever comes. And I know that no matter what happens, I’m still going to be able to hit the sack at night and rest peacefully – well, hopefully.

Worry is the most damaging thing you can do to yourself.

We are our own worst enemies to a large extent. And what goes on between our ears is our universe.

Worry is highly over-rated.