Real Life Friday: Worrier

I'm a worrier. For as long as I can remember, there was always some irrational fear in the back of my mind. I worried about my parents getting killed in the middle of the night in our country house, or in a terrorist attack on their way to work. When I met my husband, we were apart a lot and I worried about car and plane crashes. Then I got pregnant and I surprisingly worried a little less. Being pregnant made me serene, at least after the first trimester. When he was born, I worried about sids a lot. I kept thinking about it, making up little superstitious rituals in the hope the worst wouldn't happen. I realize this makes me sound completely nuts, but hey, this series is called 'Real Life' Friday, right? I usually manage to control my tendencies to overly worry, but it does creep up on me sometimes. Right now for example, my husband is on a hiking trip in the Rockies for the weekend and I can't say I'm not a little worried. 

Do you think having more information (thanks to the internet) tends to make us worry more or less?


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