I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going anxiety-free person, especially in comparison to my parents, who can be insanely paranoid. How's my life? It's great, thanks for asking. It's alllll good. Of course, it just occurred to me right now that I've been stressing out all week over how I'm going to budget my income for life, taxes, retirement, insurance, travel, loans, family, savings, and church, and whether or not I will be able to buy a plane ticket a few days before I potentially leave because I still have no idea when I'm starting work. Ah! Denial can be sneaky like that. The real truth is I am a fallen selfish sinner prone to practical atheism.
So here's a fantastic article I found recently about worrying. I was going to quote a line or two, but I think it's better enjoyed in it's entirety.
