I woke up this morning feeling stressed about my writing and how I haven't gotten any paying gigs. I won't have time this week to send anything out because I'm need to get organized for a crafting retreat this weekend. I'm thrilled about the crafting retreat, but I'm stressed about the writing. So my mind has targeted this week as the only week I'll ever have to do anything about my writing.
My daughter wants to go to an expensive college in 2 1/2 years. We don't have the money... she'll never be able to go if she doesn't get scholarships right now... never mind she's too young to apply for any right now and she's just been asked to join the National Honor Society.
I can lay in bed at night and contemplate earthquakes and other natural disasters and how I would get to my kids. I can think about our debt and immediately be homeless, never mind the other resources we have. I can get a job and lose a job before I even go into an interview. I can not clean up a mess in my garage craft/hobby/computer room because in 10 years I would like it to be a garage again. I can anticipate an encounter with a person that may or may not happen and have a conflict with them and "break up" and forgive each other without ever seeing or talking to the other person.
Now I feel like a lame superhero. Who would want "Anticipatory Woman" who can go from zero to disaster in 3.5 seconds? But maybe she's really just called "Mom."