Be Happy, Join The Wednesday Worry Club (standard:Inspirational stories, 941 words)
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Of all the people who know me, no one would say I am afflicted with worryitis. They may say other things about me, which may or may not be true, but that's another story.

Of all the people who know me, no one would say I am afflicted with
worryitis. They may say other things about me, which may or may not be 
true, but that's another story. 

If you ask me, and nobody has, worry is just a waste of time that could
be used more profitably. Every hour of worry takes away from an hour of 
happiness. There is absolutely no "rhyme or reason" to spend one moment 
worrying. 

Actually, there is a little "rhyme," (it sounds more like rap than
anything else), but I assure you there is absolutely no reason for it. 

A friend has a cute motto he likes to call to mind; "Why worry when you
can pray," which makes perfectly good sense. If we would spend time we 
would use to worry and pray, we would discover little to unduly concern 
us. 

Very little in life causes me to agonize or be anxious. I have better
use of my time than wasting it in such a useless employment carrying no 
benefits or retirement. 

This has not always been the case with me. Once, and not too long ago, I
worried about everything. You name it, and I've worried about. My worry 
list was longer than the list of promises of a politician running for 
re-election. 

Then I worried about missing something I should be worrying about, which
was my Waterloo, and you know what happens when you miss the loo. 

This is not to say I don't have a worry in the world. There is the war
in Iraq; the economy; and trying to remember what my wife asked me to 
bring home from the store tonight. If I'm not careful, I could easily 
slip back into those gala days filled with worry. 

That was then, this is now. A few years back someone introduced me to a
marvelous strategy dealing with worry. Since then, my worrying time has 
been cut to a bare minimum. Because I'm the kind of person I am, I want 
to pass this scheme along to my friends: both of you. 

I call the plan, "The Wednesday Worry Club." I simply referred to it as
the WWC. 

Very simply, anything that comes my way in the category of worrying, is
jotted down on a 3x5 card, which is then placed in a special box 
called, "The Wednesday Worry Club Box." The item on the card is 
forgotten as I drop it into the box. Every Wednesday I open up the box 
and go through the cards. 

The cards are color-coded for convenience. Red cards are for serious
items; green cards are for financial worries; blue cards are for items 
not needing immediate attention; and yellow cards are for issues with 
the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage (the bulk of cards in the box 
are yellow — but you didn't hear it from me). 

The effect is simplifying my life and freeing up significant time
previously occupied with worrying. I cannot tell you how this has 
enriched my life and I am anxious for you to experience the benefits of 
the WWC. 

On Wednesday afternoon when I open the box, the cards fall into three
categories. 

One: Issues that are too late to do anything about. This is my favorite
category. The theory being if you postpone anything long enough it will 
be too late to do anything about it. Many of the red cards fall into 
this area. 

The interesting thing is, when the item is first put on the red card and
placed in the box it seems to be extremely urgent, as though something 
needed to be done right away. However, placing it in the box and 
forgetting about it until Wednesday takes away the thorn of urgency. 

Two: Issues that are no longer urgent, important, or needing any
attention at all. This, too, is a favorite category. Too often a 
certain person in our house, (I'll mention no names), insists that a 


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