Stuck
My superpower is that I’m a boring person. I pay off my credit cards before they’re due. I back up all of our computers and iPhones and iPads. I keep our cars up to date on routine maintenance. I have all our spare AAs and AAAs in one drawer and I go through and throw out the dead ones. I have a binder for warranties. I rotate mattresses. I have a label maker and I use it well.
Conversely, my anxiety is my Kryptonite. The kind of fears that run through my head in the middle of the night: I think my car hesitated when I started it the other day; is the battery dying? Is it the alternator? Will I end up stranded in the parking garage at the office when I just want to get home through rush hour, and then somebody will have to come get me and I’ll have to figure out how to get a tow truck into the garage and where to tow it to? I had the smoke alarms in the house replaced the other day; is a bug going to crawl into one of them and block the sensor and make the whole lot of them start screaming at me in the middle of the night and freaking out our pets? Did I remember to lock the front door before I left the house this morning? Did I remember to floss last night? I started the clothes dryer before I went to bed; is it safe to leave it unattended or is tonight the night it’s going to catch fire and set off the smoke alarms?
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