Sometimes, I just want to do things. There are so many things that I want to just do.
The problem is that I worry a lot. And that I get insecure a lot. Then I end up just looking at all the really cool stuff other people get to do. And I get frustrated and then I make bad decisions, which only add worry. And when I’m beginning to move on from that worry, I notice that I switch to a new one. And then it happens again. So I end up not doing things. And that’s why I’m so proud of my sister who really goes for the things she wants in life. She once told me that I’m the one person she knows who can put up with situations that are chosen for me. Well, it’s got to be worth something. I mean, I’m still here.
But I’ve got to seriously do better than that. This isn’t the 100% story of me. It’s just that the worrying really gets to me sometimes.