Or is it?Seriously, I should be on meds. Things will be clicking right along, seemingly near-perfect, and my brain will notice little things to wonder about. Then that wonder turns to worry. Then that same overthinking worry-brain hits critical mass and immediately starts to shut down out of fear to protect itself.
I picture it like a large old house with all the windows open. Curtains are lazily blowing through the windows, the sky is blue, the birds are happily chirping in the trees. I'm standing at the attic window - completely happy - when I notice something small in the horizon. I don't like what I think I see, but instead of grabbing binoculars to really get a good look, I slam the attic window shut and move to a different window. If that small speck in the distance doesn't quickly reveal itself, I will shut all the windows and board up the house - no visitors allowed, please push cheese through the mail slot.
So maybe not thinking at all is better. What do I know? I'm just a hairstylist.
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