Isn't that the truth. It's easy to waste good, beautiful pieces of time on worry. At the core, we've all really just convinced ourselves that we are somehow in control of things. That if we worry about it, somehow the "forces that be" will pity our worry and quicken the pace for a happy resolution.
Of course, that never happens.
There was a season of my life where I was so paralyzed with worry and anxiety, that my counselor finally had to ask — "Aren't you just tired of carrying that around?" I never would let it go and it ate me up until I had lost all inspiration to live.
This by no means is me claiming I don't worry. I have a list of things that I could worry about. Like literally, I have a list.
I write down the things that are bugging me and driving me nuts. I do this so that, one, I can get it out of my head and on paper. (A way of telling my brain — yes, I'm aware of this). But mostly because I can usually turn back in a couple months and see that I didn't have to worry about most, if not all of the items on my worry list. Pretty cool how that happens.
I'd rather be using my time doing the things that challenge me, invigorate me. So I unload my brain and hope for the next season...
"Walk—better yet, run!—on the road God called you to travel. I don't want any of you sitting around on your hands. I don't want anyone strolling off, down some path that goes nowhere. And mark that you do this with humility and discipline—not in fits and starts, but steadily, pouring yourselves out for each other in acts of love, alert at noticing differences and quick at mending fences." Ephesians 4:2, The Message