If worrying were an Olympic sport, I’d hold many gold medals. Even back in elementary school I was reprimanded by Mrs. McCabe, my first-grade teacher. I had forgotten my homework and was very upset about it. She called me into the hallway and told me I was a good student and to not be such a worry wart. Oh, how our personality traits reveal themselves so early in life!
Throughout the few years that have followed since that morning, I’ve learned a few tricks to manage my mind. Â I try to do things like get plenty of exercise, including yoga and golf to help me to learn to set aside what’s bothering me, for a little while, and turn my focus either inward or on a dimpled white ball.
Click on the link to read my latest Transplanted in Texas column in the Brazoria County Bulletin where I talk about this very subject. Clearly, I’m still a work in progress. If you have a moment, I’d love to hear your comments, too.
The Beth-Ann Alternative 