Last night, and the night before, I spent many hours worrying instead of sleeping. I was utterly at the mercy of my worries, pinned to my fears like a beetle on a card. I won't bore you with the details, but my worries included everything you would expect: money, health, education, family life, things I will never be able to control, things I can control, but wasn't; big things, little things, ridiculous things, petty things, tragic things, and the shade of green I had finally chosen for the living room -- or had I?
Anything and everything was up for a good worrying. I finally got to sleep maybe 45 minutes before the alarm went off in the morning. Getting up seemed so unfair.
As I drove...READ MORE