I never used to say that I was scared before.
I really don't know how to change myself, if it is even possible and if it would make any difference. But I worry in small ways. It hurts me when I see those close to me but can't think of a thing to say. There's guilt that continues for things that never happened.
And I get lost when I sit and think about it all.
I am going to take a step back and look for something true. I know where to find it, yet, I seem to keep missing it somehow. I avoid it on purpose and seek it intentionally, but all I manage are circles. Endless circles. But not when I am in the middle of a job. That's the joy of work. Fullfillment drives away anxiety. Thus, lazy summer days *are* a danger!^^
Anything of this world is bad in excess, including summer vacation.
