Worry.....

I didn't sleep well last night. I was worried about something. You would think that, at my age, I would learn not to give in to needless worry.

Not so. I worried most of the night. It reminded me of the days when I worked in the Operating Room, for some reason. I lost a lot of sleep back then, too.

I would worry about how things were going to turn out the next day. After making the team assignments for the next day, and looking at all the scheduled surgeries, I worried that we wouldn't have enough staff to get everything done.

And it never failed: we always pulled through and things turned out much better than I had imagined during my sleepless night. Needless worry, I guess.

This morning, I made a phone call and got two questions answered. And learned—again--something about myself:

I worry too much.....