What Am I Worried About.

Looks like I'm going for weekly Blogs. Since they have me on a crazy schedule where I won't know how many hours I work a day. I guess there won't be any art as well.

Worrying. I seem to do it a lot. Even if I don't need to worry, I worry that I forgot something. Because in some cases I do. I worry that my alarm will be set to 4 pm instead of 4 am. So I will go back and forth to my bed and to my alarm to make sure it is. But usually I only really worry about that when I go to bed late. Big Mistake. I spent the first half of my week going out and staying up late, which is fine because it's the only chance to hang out with friends. And I every time I went to bed, I worried about my alarm clock and was wondering if I'd sleep right through it. I spent several minutes looking at the clock. To make sure the alarm was set to the correct time. I probably only need to check it once. But I'm a very paranoid person, so I need to check it a couple more times because my brain will not retain the fact that I've set my alarm. And so, I was glad I didn't wake up late any of those times I spent staying up late.
Then came Wednesday night. Thursday is an important day. Not only did we have a meeting at work that day, but our training records were also due. They came to my room the night before to remind me that there was a meeting on Thursday in the morning so they could check our records. It didn't bother me because I didn't need to wake up any earlier since I would already be at work at that time. And I went to bed early that night. Because I wanted to regain the sleep I had lost. And I didn't worry. And because I didn't worry, I didn't worry about making sure my alarm clock was set to the right time. Much less set it at all. And I got back that lost sleep. Which means I also overslept. Which means I was late for work. Which also means that I did not make it to the meeting on time... Of all the days to be late, and I picked the worst one. The day that everyone was suppose to be there and I was missing. It kinda makes me stick out. And so I came to work WORRYING about getting into trouble. Lucky me. I didn't. And that's my little story of the week.
There was message at church one time, it was about how God told us to not worry or be afraid and to let him take care of it. Sometimes it's almost as if it's easier said than done. I would love for them to take care of my problems just like that. But then, I've spent my whole life worrying about everything and nothing. It's weird. It's a part of my personality, I guess. One that I hope will one day will not be a problem anymore. But there are many obstacles in life. I will just need to take things one step at a time. And being prepared doesn't hurt either. And probably getting off my butt and actually doing something instead of writing blogs and watching anime every spare minute of my time. :D yep.

Hmmm. I'm currently not worried about anything. But we'll see when I walk into work on Sunday.

If I wasn't so lazy, I'd scan some doodles that I did with marker. I think I'm getting better, but what I really want are those COPIC markers. They're made in Japan and I've yet to see any. D: That doesn't seem to make sense. But who knows, they're probably more expensive over here. How do those manga artist pay for those things? Eh, maybe next week I'll do some art.