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I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I know what’s going on: it’s subconscious anxiety. I’m not lying there worrying about stuff, but somewhere deep underneath, my worrywart brain is running in circles.

It’s probably trying to prod me into active worrying. Yeah, sure, I have a lot going on right now, and it’s not all under control. But what is at loose ends is not anything I can do a single thing about. I have done all that I can and only need to sit tight. Most of it will all be over by June, and even the stuff that has a small chance of going badly isn’t going to kill me or cost me a lot of money. It would be some inconveniences, nothing more.

So I’d like to sit Mister Unconscious Me down and tell him to chill. What will be, will be, and it isn’t all that he is making it out to be.

Stupid brain. Shut your engines off and let us sleep better!