I am my parents child. I worry. Not to the extent that I get ulcers.
Although, back in the early 90's I worried so much about a job I hated
that I contemplated buying stock in Brach's Candy because I was
popping so many Starlight Mints to ensure that my stomach didn't
hurt. But I digress. My newest worry? That I wasn't going to PQ
(Physically Qualify) to work down on the Ice this year. It turns out,
I did what I needed to do, and I'm headed down for my twelfth
season. As much as I worry now, I have to admit that Lynn has been a
good influence on me. I worry less than I used to. On the other hand,
I think she worries more now than she used to. Will I continue to worry
in the future? I don't know, but I'm not going to worry about it...
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