I used to be a preemptive worrier. I had a belief (superstition?) that it prevented disaster — proven to me by the two times I didn’t worry about something and it went to sh!t. So, worry! It made sense, right? An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure! Except I was trying to cure problems that didn’t exist, and creating unnecessary anxiety along t…
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