I am a maniacal worrier.
No wait.
I’m more than maniacal.
I’m could worry professionally.
I dare say, I’m pretty confidant that I’d take All The Gold Medals- a la Michael Phelps, if worrying was an actual Olympic event.
Which is to say that when my firstborn went off to college, I went down that rabbit hole of worry almost on a daily basis. And I do mean DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, as in, my irrational, statistically impossible worrisome thoughts and “what if”s went from 0-60 in less time than a new...
Published on June 30, 2018 04:57