Summer is coming to an end. It came and went without a bang. No tans, no beach, no pools, and barely any friends. It didn't kick off with a big celebratory last day of school. The unprecedented pandemic era has thrown off all of our plans and traditions as we knew them. Though, to be… Continue reading Sending the Summer Off in Style
I have long since over-thought nearly everything in my life—every action, every detail, every emotion, every hypothetical possibility. I believe this habit to be ingrained in me, both as a result of nurture as well as circumstance. Our experiences create the bulk of who we are, and reinforcement just nails those traits deeper into our being. At its best, over-thinking helps me to be good at—well--what I am good at. I notice the smallest of details. I ponder options. I am studious and thorough. I can evaluate and come up with better solutions to almost anything. I’m reliable and stay on top of things. But, at its worst, over-thinking usually causes me to second guess myself, and it holds me back. Essentially, it costs me.