Worries...

I'm working on my angst.  I've been told I have too much.  Is that even possible? 

I will be the first to admit that life is good.  I just don't want to say it too loud.  

"Poo, poo, poo," as the superstitious among us might say (I suppose that would include me).

My daughter even commented recently that I do have quite a bit of angst filled blogs.

I'm as happy and carefree as anyone can be.  It just appears on paper that I am not.

And as one very smart friend reminded me many years ago (thank you CN), when my children were first learning to drive, as I wrung my hands and paced the floors, "What will worrying do?"  Good point.

And we all know I have much to be thankful for...lets just keep it between us for now.