Rejoice

That is what I need to do. I have been a worry wart lately and have had many gastric attacks in a week. My body’s way of saying “snap out of it will ya..you are giving us gas and we have had enough!” I worry too much and lately it has magnified tenfold. The worries have manifested into nightmares! Vivid nightmares that I will remember the next day! Hm… bad huh! I worry about a lot of things…some petty but some are justified. I worry about not finishing my work…hmmm…that’s not a worry but is a permanent resident in my mind. I worry of not being able to manage my money well… hmm..that comes up once in awhile. I worry about my health but if it’s not of my gastric, I am as healthy as a horse….I need to find better similes. A horse? What was I thinking? This excessive gas is clouding my brain. I worry of not being able to take care of Hannah. Hmm… that has gotten a citizenship in the corner of my mind. I worry of losing my friends… hmmm but lately I have been ignoring them not intentionally but because of my other worries, I have been by myself a lot and I haven’t been spending time with them but I guess it’s true when they say absence will make the hearts grow fonder. Refreshingly, we see each other in the loo. Yep…. So Ally McBeal! We had real conversations in the loo. So don’t be surprised when I disappeared into the loo for more than half hour. Not because of something I ate. No..i just need some time alone with my friends ..to catch up on everyday happenings. Not a unisex loo but the ladies loo. But if you see me disappearing into the men’s room, then please don’t be alarm! It just means that we have run out of toilet paper and I need some. Men just don’t utilize toilet paper enough! I worry of not exercising enough…but lately I have been quite adamant and I would literally drop everything and just jump! In to the pool that is...with my swimsuit on of course! I worry of not eating right so I have transferred all responsibility of preparing food for me on myself. You just can’t trust all these vendors and their msg and liberated ways of using cooking oil in everything they cook. I worry of not being able to go pursue my phd! OK!Ok! I have said it! yeah…that’s the King and Queen of my worries right now and it is linked to me worrying of not being able to understand the topic that I am doing. I worry about asking the wrong questions and writing the wrong things. I worry of not knowing and understanding. I worry of not knowing the next course of action. I worry of not getting in! I worry of not being able to go! I worry and worry and worry of losing my mind! That’s a lot of worries! I know but I am done worrying (just listen to yourself woman!). If I get 100 dollars for every worry then I’ll be a millionaire by now! I am sick of tummy pain and I am sick of worrying. This will stop. I will stop worrying. There are more to life than worrying. I need to start rejoicing to all my life’s endeavors, challenges and worries. Instead of dwelling to no end on a worry, I need to dance with it. Rejoice! Imagine me dancing with my worry.(koo koo …loney!) I need to wake up (I can’t say that with a straight face now) and smell the roses and daffodils and dance with my worries. Instead of dwelling on it and nurse it like a stubborn cold (good similes eh?), I need to dance and sing with them and pray to God that some of them, if not all will turn into cash…No too materialistic of me,.i mean will turn into ashes ..nah..too idealist. I mean turn into solutions..nah too realist. I hope that after the dancing fiesta, they would appear less magnified and I would dwell on them less and sooner or later I’ll find ways and means and pills to make them disappear forever!….Now that’s me. Rejoice! Say after me…..OOOOOoooZAAaaaaaa! and Rejoice!Rejoice to life!Rejoice to friends! Rejoice to enemies! Rejoice to other worry warts! Rejoice to peace! Rejoice to a calm mind! Rejoice to a healthy heart free from hate and any life cavities!Rejoice!Rejoice!Rejoice!(I’m trying to drown the worry with Rejoice! Am I succeeding?Literally!yes! Rejoice!Rejoice! Rejoice! To laughter and smiles!Rejoice to hope and pray!Rejoice to love!Rejoice! Dance with your worries! Tango, ballet, do the waltz with your worries. Waltzing with your worries! Hmm.. I like the sound of that. Hopefully by dancing with them it will release enough oxytoxin and dopamine to eliminate all the tummy gases and reduce my pain…Physically and emotionally! Amen! So stop worrying and start waltzing people!