I worry. Constantly. I even worry about my worrying. I worry that I have passed it onto my kids. I worry about how to stop my worrying. I’m…
Can I be blunt with you? I hate being blunt. I have blunt-phobia. Being blunt scares the sh*t out of me. I don’t like it all. My blood…
I am not one of those people that talk about living with no regrets. Oh, I have regrets, probably about 6 thousand of them. And 3 of them…