I woke up early this morning, to the sound of the chickens, the rooster, and traffic on the nearby highway. A dream was still resonating in my mind. It wasn’t one of those significant dreams full of symbolism and significance. It was just my mind churning memories of yesterday. But instead of getting out of bed, I felt that the dream needed a few more minutes of churning before it could settle. It called out to be acknowledged. So I lay there, taking in a dream.
Yes, worries seem to have a life of their own. They bubble up, splitting and reproducing like cells, until I’m overflowing. Worry morphs into anxiety. Then, when things turn out all right, and there is no longer reason to worry, there is a brief lull until the worry fixates on something else. In his book, The Worry Trick: How Your Brain Tricks You into Expecting the Worst and What You Can Do About It, author David A. Carbonell writes, “Worry predictions aren’t based on wha