I’ve always been a worrier.
Issues at work worry me, and problems at home do too.
When my son worries, I worry. When my car needs an oil change, I worry.
When I don’t feel particularly great, I worry I won’t come out of it.
I worry…a lot of times silently.
When things are bad, it’s natural to worry. But when things are great and I’m happy, I still worry. Mostly I worry that the good won’t last.
I’m happy and things are good, and for maybe the first time, I am going to enjoy it.
Take that, Universe!