Getting a grip
2.12.09
I haven’t heard from Sean in a few days, and I seem to be worrying about things that are very minor in the big scheme — how he did on a recent exam, whether he extricated himself from a commitment that he was having second thoughts about, whether he’s going to proceed after all with the next show that he’s supposed to be in, whether he actually secured the res hall room for next year that he thinks he did after navigating a computer snafu…
Let me repeat: these are not big deals! Really, they’re not. And even if they were, Sean can, should, and will handle them just fine without my intervention, inquiry, or worry, thank you very much.
So why am I worrying? I’m not prone to worry normally — melancholy, yes, but not worry — and I had been doing just fine last semester once I got on a roll… but now things seem different somehow.
Whatever it is… GET A GRIP, MOM!
Let me repeat: these are not big deals! Really, they’re not. And even if they were, Sean can, should, and will handle them just fine without my intervention, inquiry, or worry, thank you very much.
So why am I worrying? I’m not prone to worry normally — melancholy, yes, but not worry — and I had been doing just fine last semester once I got on a roll… but now things seem different somehow.
Whatever it is… GET A GRIP, MOM!
