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OK, so, I worry. I worry all the time. I worry about the things I can control, sort of. I worry about the things I cannot control – which are most things.

I worry that I will never have a job I even remotely like. I worry that I will always feel inferior at the J-O-B I currently trudge through every day. I worry that I have missed every opportunity God has placed before me. I worry that people won’t like me if they know the things about me that God already knows.

I worry that people will not read this or the next 59 posts.

I worry that people will not laugh.

Did I say I worry? Boy was that an understatement.