Worry is a strange word and something we have all done at some point. Worrying about things we can’t control is completely useless and yet we all do it.

Worry for me starts in my tummy, a knot of what if? My brain is then drawn in with a slight jerk of, What if what? Most of the time I have to remind myself what I’m worrying about, my brain talking to my tummy as if it was a child always asking Why? But in this case it’s What if?

What if what? Who cares? Why do you always ask this? Just settle down! Stop worrying! My brain tells the troubled tummy but my tummy doesn’t have ears, it only has emotion. Occasionally the amazing happens and my tummy tells my brain It’s ok right now there is nothing to worry about. That is a lovely sense of freedom and strength and yet it is only a perspective.

Of course I could always find something to worry about in this world that is far beyond my control and most of the time I do. Is that emotion useful? Probably not! Am I actually going to change any outcomes from worrying about a situation? Probably not. Thinking and brainstorming and writing things down to order them from the jumble in my brain perhaps can help but worrying or ‘stressing’ is not useful to me. I know this and yet my stomach does knot!