I bet you had a moment of Grandma Worry-Wart or Aunt Chicken Little. That ain’t me, baby. But I admit I have to fight it off more times than I’d like. Over-thinking things is more my go to. And I don’t like it. Weighing everyone’s voices in my head, when truly there is only one voice that should mattter. Mine. I’ve evolved in this. Somewhat. I’ve learned that while I’m trying to make good decisions for the masses, they are not doing that for me. Sometimes by neglect, sometimes by really not giving a sh*t. Living their life and so be it. That’s where I want to get. It does sound selfish, but self is where I need to be more often. I had more years than I want to admit to rolling over. Even for people I didn’t even like. Keep the flow. Don’t make waves. Everybody happy happy. Except me. Which was odd because I’m not sure anyone even noticed. Livin la vida loca. As I’ve matured into my Boomlennialness (yes that’s a word), I don’t want to be the pearl clutcher. I’d rather people wonder what the rat fink is up to a bit. Probably takes some getting used to by my peeps, but so be it. I want to make good, rational decisions for me. And if others start shaking their heads, there’s an emoji for that. “Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown” saith my friend Bill Shakespeare. I aspire to be a queen. With very heavy diamonds.