Tom Petty, a sage I don't channel often, once sang, "most things I worry about never happen anyway." I've spent a long time worrying about a slew of things, and recently a couple of them came to fruition in the oddest way.
It's funny, sometimes the things you worry about happen, and they don't kill you, they don't crush you, they hurt and sting and burn, you cry and cry and cry, but then you sleep long enough and find you can breathe again because the anxiety, the what if is gone and now it's just you and your life, two things you've always loved, waiting to see what's next.
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