My daughter, like many 5-year-olds, frequently rotates her preferred, future occupation. Sometimes, she wants to be a teacher. Other times, a Mommy. Still other times, an artist. But this past week, she’s been announcing to our family and friends, “When I grow up, I want to be a Helper and a Giver.”…
It’s happened before. It happened again last night. I reacted in a way that was shockingly inconsistent with how I normally behave… Forty-five minutes later I was still making apologies.
I’ve used many words to describe my thought processes.
I have an “overactive imagination”.
I’m “excessively analytical”.
My mental wheels just “won’t stop spinning”.
But at the the heart lies a very real and dangerously large emotion: fear.
I’ve been stuck in a vicious cycle of wondering when I’m finally going to have it all together. Why does it seem I’m so incapable of staying on top of…