There is the story of the Indian tribe stuck in a prolonged blizzard in the dead of winter. The chief sends out some scouts to forage for food. After three days they return with the report, "Well, there's good news and there's bad news. Which do you want first?" They want the bad news. "There's absolutely nothing to eat except buffalo chips." "Well, what's the good news?" the chief asks. "There's lots of it." I think worry is a lot like buffalo chips , there's lots of it. There will always be something to worry about. For the person prone toward anxiety, there seems to be an almost limitless supply. Whether it's the economy, politics, world events, or more personal things like school, job, family, children, grandchildren, or health, it's always something. When I was younger I didn't seem to have as much trouble with worrying. Maybe I had youthful optimism. It seems that after you have a few more lumps and...
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