Letting go of my worry-list and hopping off the what-if train…

I’ve always been a worrier. For as long as I remember I’ve worried about what people thought of me, or whether I was liked. I’ve worried about underperforming, and not being good enough. Despite never being misplaced by my parents in the fruit and veg section of the local grocery store, I have a visceralContinue reading “Letting go of my worry-list and hopping off the what-if train…”