Some days I put myself in an amazing person’s shoes so I can visualize accomplishing feats of greatness. This week, I imagined myself Serena Williams, until she did the splits and popped right back up. My mind couldn’t get beyond the pain.
My mother is scared of almost everything, which means I spend a lot of time as an unpaid therapist.
This week’s irrational fear has been ebola.
The rational fear has been heat stroke.
I’m pretty sure tomorrow’s fear will be an otter attack.