*My mother was sick for the third time in three months and I worry that she has cancer but is keeping it from me. Now I'm also worried that she'll get cancer because I just said that.
*Michael is going on a trip to Montana and I worry that he will fall into a crevasse.
*I worry that I've gotten so used to living alone I won't be able to live with anyone else ever again.
*I worry that I won't be able to find a date in time for my friend's wedding in April.
*I worry that someone has stolen my identity and is ruining my credit, even though I pulled my credit report two months ago.
*I worry that my biological clock will finally kick in...when I'm 40. I hope it doesn't, but I worry that it will.
*I worry that I will accidentally say what I am thinking out loud.It's crazy-making, all of this anxiety over nothing. Like a dog with a bone, I can't help myself. I gnaw, then gnaw some more. I'm tired and cranky and peevish that I'm the only one who can give me a push when I need it, or celebrate when I'm finished, or be happy that I'm home when the day is done. And now I shall gnaw on that for a while.