Worry

I spend a lot of time worrying. About a lot of things.

But most days it's school. I don't know why I worry so much about it, because I'm doing fine and I think I'm actually learning something useful. Something that I'm going to use someday in a big (I hope) way.

And then the other week I had a dream. My dead grandmother told me not to waste this degree like I did the last one.

Even the dead have something to say about it.

No wonder I worry.