Life… It seems to go from worrying about whether your mum was going to make you chicken nuggets or vegetables for dinner that night, to worrying about literally everything possible in the world (you’ll all relate to ‘did I leave my straighteners on this morning?’) Being a worrier is something that was genetically passed down to me from my great grandma, to my grandma, to my mum, and then to me. We’re a family of worriers. Generations of us. We worry about everything – even the small things in life like getting somewhere at a certain time, or standing on three grates in a row, or did I say something stupid earlier? It’s a headache and a half.
But one thing I worry about the most? Failing. Fail: to not succeed in what you are trying to achieve or are expected to do.
As a self-proclaimed over-achiever (I’ll allow you … Read more