I know I worry too much. I've always been that way. But I know there is a point where my worries become valid--a point where I should actually take myself seriously and confront the situation rather than telling myself I'm just being silly.
I have no idea when that point of validation is. I have no idea how long I'm supposed to wait out the problem.
On top of that, I still smell like popcorn from work yesterday.
On top of that, I had a dream last night. It was about my grandpa (mom's side). The dream wasn't bad in any way--it ended surprisingly well--but I woke up feeling extremely guilty. I haven't seen my grandparents in over a year. At Christmastime I chose to go to San Francisco with my choir buddies rather than visit my grandparents with my family. And then my grandparents sold their house in the bay area and moved to southern Utah. Grandpa's health has been steadily deteriorating and it really could be any day now that he goes. My dream reminded me that I haven't communicated with them in a long time.
I think I'll write them a letter.
But I'm still worrying.
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