Britmums Live (worrying)

I am one of life’s worriers. I suspect life would be a better place without worrying. I wish I could stop, but I can’t. I worry all the time. I worry about change. I worry about things that are going to happen. I worry about things that might happen. I worry about going places. I worry about things that are highly unlikely to happen. I worry about things I have no control over.

Yes, I worry. All of the time.

Although, to my credit, I still do the things that worry me. So I got on the plane to Barcelona and tomorrow I’m getting the train to London with people I’ve never met before, then getting the tube (I hate the tube – it’s claustrophobic) across London to Britmums Live. Later in the evening I’m going out for dinner with more people I’ve, you’ve guessed it, never met before.

I worry about going to dinner. I worry about people drinking alcohol. I worry about being able to talk to people and coming across as shy or boring. Or I worry about opening my big gob and saying something inappropriate so I come across as a show-off. With a potty mouth.

June has been an amazing month – my husband’s 40th and going to see The Levellers then a trip to London and the MAD Blog Awards family day at Legoland Then to this week and Britmums Live and, the straw that broke the camel’s back, my dance show. (You can read about last year’s dance show here.) Now I love my dance show, and I’ve been looking forward to Britmums Live since I got my ticket almost a year ago. But when I saw they were on the same weekend, I was gutted.

I’m missing my dress rehearsal, I’m getting home late at night on Saturday, then I’m at the theatre early on Sunday morning. I’m leaving my husband, with a bit of help from my mum, to sort my daughter’s hair and make-up and get her to the theatre. Oh, and I still can’t get my dance routine in my head, despite going over it literally hundreds of times.

And I’m all tied up in knots. As an IBS sufferer, my worries always go straight to my stomach. For the last two days my stomach has been hurting so badly it feels like it is going to eat itself.

The rational part of me knows that I can prepare for the dance show before I set off for London, my husband is perfectly capable of sorting his own daughter’s hair and being at a theatre at 8am is no big deal because I’m always up at the crack of dawn anyway. And we’re talking approximately 24 beats I’m hazy on out of two whole dances. If I mess up slightly, does it really matter? Is it worth all the hours I’ve sweated away trying to get it right?

But you trying to telling that to my stomach. And the irrational part of my brain that kept me awake all last night.

So I’m going to do my nails and get to bed. And in the morning I’m going to catch the train and I’m going to put a smile on my face and leave all my worries behind.

I have nothing to worry about. I can’t let my worries spoil something I’ve looked forward to for so long.

If you’re going to Britmums, see you there! I’ll be the woman in the crocodile vest top. With a worried look on her face.

Author: Sarah Mummy

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  1. Don’t worry!! How cool that you have sorted dinner!! You won’t be alone as there are lots of people, including me, who know nobody there in real life!!! Its the oddest thing isn’t it? Going somewhere where you know nobody!! I will look out for your crocodile top and say hello. x

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  2. Stop worrying you’ll have an amazing time! I’m more f=worried about the fact I’m not f@*king going… lol 😉 have one for me :))) x

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  3. You’re not going, Wallymummy?! I can’t believe that!
    I think I tend to hide my worrying quite well, Nikki! I’m not that worried about the walking into a room full of strangers aspect, I just worry about being organised or disorganised. And the damn dance show!
    Thanks, Sarah! I’m fairly confident nobody will have the same top

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  4. You will have a really amazing time, honest!! I went completely by myself last year and people were just so lovely I never felt alone even once. I can’t wait to read how much of a brilliant time you had! 🙂

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  5. Oh you do described me – and I was relying on you to get us there lol. See you in a few hours 🙂

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  6. You’ll be fine – and that’s coming from another of life’s big worriers. I fretted about everything last year and needn’t have. See you there – I’ll be the nervous looking bloke in a pink(ish) shirt. If it dries in time… worried about that now! 😉

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  7. Thanks very much, everybody! I know it will be fine deep down, I just wish I didn’t worry! We can worry together, Pink Oddy!
    I can entertain everyone in the breaks, Kelly – or make them cringe at how bad I am!
    Hope the shirt dries, Tom! I’ll look out for it!

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  8. I bet you forgot about your worries and had an amazing time 🙂 I hope to get to meet you on year Sarah 🙂

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