It’s hard to admit the truth about yourself, but once you do, it’s as refreshing as a cool, crisp morning.
I don’t drink or smoke and try hard not to fuss (unless I’m in a long line at Walmart).
For me, worrying is the downfall.
I guess I’m a natural worrier and fret about all kinds of stuff.
When I was little, I worried about learning those poems we had to recite while standing in front of the classroom.
Then, I worried about those fifth grade spelling bees that Mr. Joe Connors held weekly.