Thanks, for everything

Photo by Deniz Altindas on Unsplash
Photo by Deniz Altindas on Unsplash

I come from a long line of worriers.  My predecessors raised this obsessive activity to an art form, even worrying retrospectively when they felt the situation warranted it.  My great aunt Gladys was a master at it – worrying aloud that I’d driven through a thunderstorm to visit her when there I was sitting right before her eyes, a little damp maybe, but safe and sound. My own inherited propensity towards worry notwithstanding, even I could see the idiocy. Nevertheless, this insight into the uselessness of retrospective worry did nothing to deter me from going full throttle with prospective worry about pretty much everything – from big stuff like how make a living to insignificant stuff like what I should wear to a party.

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