Worry
When I was younger, I used to be a worrier. I worried about whether or not I was a good enough friend. I worried about whether I fit in well enough with the group I hung out with. There were times I wondered whether I was on the right path because it's what *I* wanted or because it's what I knew others wanted for me. I worried about whether or not I could measure up with the high standards I believed I wanted to meet. I also worried that I would be alone. Now, I don't worry so much. I do sometimes worry that I'm messing up my kids. And I do worry here and there about T and his "bar of excellence". But for the most part, I know I only have control over so much and worrying takes so much energy and effort. And at the heart of it, I want to do the least amount of work to get the job done. I do think about worst case scenarios and how I'd react in that given situation. You know, like, what would happen if something horrible happene...