Anxiety is trepidation. It’s a suspicion, an apprehension. Life in a minor key with major concerns. Perpetually on the pirate ship’s plank. You’re part Chicken Little and part Eeyore. The sky is falling, and it’s falling disproportionately on you. As a result you are anxious. A free-floating sense of dread hovers over you, a caul […]
Published on February 20, 2018 12:03