I have a new goal: not fighting things and not worrying about them.
So much of our lives as caregivers is outside of our control. My worrying is not going to change that at all.
I spend so much time trying to guess what’s going to go wrong. Sometimes it’s an important part of planning for the inevitable and being prepared.
Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes it’s just anxiety getting the best of me. How do I know which is which? Now I ask myself:
- Can I prevent this from happening?
- Can I prepare for this?
If the answer is no, I do my best to distract myself. I know it’s not a useful train of thought.
If there’s anything I know about myself after six years as a caregiver, it’s that I can roll with whatever life throws at me.