Sometimes when things start going wrong, I tend to get my motherly knickers in one massive knot. I’ll almost always end up feeling like I should have done something better, quicker or sooner. It’s that horrible thing called responsibility, and the sickening feeling that you’ve let the most important people in your life down.

The biggest issue with this way of thinking is that it very quickly spirals out of control until you end up beating yourself up not only for your own mistakes (damn, forgot to get milk, didn’t do the washing last night etc) but you start second guessing everything you do and start doubting your own decisions.

This morning, after a good couple of weeks of sleepy badly, waking up worried about something, and generally spending most of every day feeling slightly sick, I woke up and decided that’s enough now.

Call it an epiphany or whatever, but I worry about little things because the big things in life are sorted.

I found my soulmate over 10 years ago.
I have the most wonderful son.
I have parents who love me.
I have a sister who loves me.
I have lovely in-laws I don’t fight with.
I have a brother-in-law who thinks I’m good for his brother.
I have rocking friends around the world.
I have a job.
I have a brilliant holiday coming up.
I have excellent health.

My worry stems from getting screwed up about small blips in my life. I have no business being worried.

And as for being better, faster and more sorted? Yeah, I’ll get there. Maybe.