Random thoughts...

I worry about things…it’s in my nature.

I worry that I will die, having left undone…all of those things that I keep putting off. That there will remain behind…dust bunnies under the bed, smudged up windows, and an overflowing junk drawer…and I will be remembered as a slob…whose only real attribute was procrastination.

I worry that I will die, having spent my time cleaning the dust bunnies from under the bed, washing the windows, and sorting out the junk drawer…and I will be remembered as that soulless person…who spent all her time cleaning stuff up…and missing out on life.

I worry that I laugh too much.

I worry that I don’t laugh enough.

I worry that I think too much.

I worry that I don’t think enough.

I worry that I will never find a job that I can find pleasure in doing…and be so inspired by…that I look forward to it everyday.

I worry that I will never see my name on the cover of a book…

I worry that if I do see my name on the cover of a book…it will be a sad, pathetic failure.

I worry that “Life sucks, then we die” may be true.

I worry that…that one person in life…who I strive so hard to please…may never be pleased…but will always ask…where the extra 3 points went…

I worry that…I worry...