Warrior vs. Worrier

At the eve of my next leg out across the country, I have many thoughts racing thru my freakishly small head (sans hair).  If we’ve never met before, lemme bring you in on a little secret - I’m a worrier.  Not warrior…but worrier.  I mean, I can be a warrior at times - like when someone hurts the people I love…or when someone tries to steal my chocolate cake or leftovers I’m excited to finish (I’m serious about my cake/leftovers.  You don’t want to be on the other end of that fight, trust me.  Ask Paul).

On the plus side, even though I’m a worrier, I am capable of rolling with the punches.  I am incredibly competitive and refuse to let anything or anyone bring me down.  I have my moments of weakness (privately), but for the most part, I am incapable of wallowing in a pool of sorrow.  And I’m not the high maintenance type who likes things a certain way - I’m WAY too lazy for that nonsense.  

So in the end - I am definitely part worrier, part warrior.  I guess it’s a good combination - I’m able to get things done because I worry, but refuse to fail on behalf of my warrior side.  Maybe the challenge isn’t between being a warrior and a worrier - it’s about balancing the two.