20 Questions

Worry. Worry. Worry, is what I do on occasion. It's like an activity for me, a sport perhaps. Worrying always seems to find a place in my mind. It wedges itself between hope and aspiration. Between fantasy and reality. Goal and dream. Beef or pork. Sigh. You get my drift. I am currently asking myself questions; I don't know if it's exactly twenty but we'll see. Twenty seemed like a fitting title, however, the questions I ask myself are never-ending. 

1. Am I going to take a mini vacay in 2 weeks? Where?

2. Is the BFF going or not?

3. Does it matter if she doesn't go?

4. Am I going to buy that flat screen tv?

5. When I go back to Miami am I going to have as much fun as I had the last time?

6. Is my career going to take me where I really want to go?

7. These people are looking to me for leadership can I really make this happen?

8. How much am I going to have to sacrifice to make this work for us all?

9. Do I really owe my ex-BFF an explanation? (Seriously, she's an adult she can call me too)

10. Do I want to write this book for me or to prove a point to the naysayers?

11. What am I going to do with this teaching certification when I get it?

12. Am I mentally and emotionally prepared for this ultimate quest I am taking myself on?

13. Do I honestly want to date a man over 40? 50?

14. Who am I going to invite to my graduation? (Not many people know I am thisclose to finishing)

15. When will my past stop invading my present?

Okay so, not 20 but close enough.