For as long as I can remember I’ve been a worry wart. Not like I have an anxiety disorder kind, but worry wart none the less. When I was in grade school I was type-casted in the role of Tessie in Annie, the little girl forever going, “Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!”
I think my worrying is rooted in my ability to see the big picture. I look at every choice, every decision as sending me on some sort of far-reaching trajectory. Ripple effect and all that. Thus I’m a planner. I used to be the sort of 1 year, 3 year, 10 year planner.
Not anymore. [Read more…]