I don’t worry anymore. At least not like I used to. I come from a long line of worriers and I learned the practice well and young. But now, finally, I have learned what the wise ones know: worrying serves no good purpose. At all. It doesn’t change the outcome of what you’re worried about, it doesn’t have any effect on the matter, and all it does is make you, the worrier, stressed and anxious. (At the very least. It can lead to serious health issues.) It is, quite simply, a foolish waste of time. So I don’t bother anymore. I do, however, pray a lot. Prayer is my replacement for worrying. If I am troubled or anxious, scared or worried, nervous or terrified about something in my life I pray. I give it to God and let it go. It’s not always easy. But, with practice, it gets easier. It becomes automatic. God is my go-to guy. I also talk to my husband, my adult children, my friends, my counselor…..I use my resources. I mean, let’s face it, life is tough. But at the end of the day I have very little control over anyone or anything. And to keep trying to control the world around me is a futile exercise. So I let it go and pray. I pray a lot these days. And I sleep very, very well.