I’m an organized, diligent person. Someone who can be given a task and see it through without the necessity of someone micromanaging me. I’m really good at anticipating what’s going to be needed, how it should be set up, the sequence of all the needed steps… and all the ways it could all go very, very, completely and horribly wrong. Yes, I confess that I tend to be a worrier. Confidence is often eroded by fear. Like Winnie the Pooh’s scary nemesis the Heffalump, worries frequently swirl around in my brain and sometimes produce so much anxiety that I can barely function. I HATE it when that happens. And it’s happening all too frequently and messing up my life. So why am I worrying so much?

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