I was backpacking alone in Utah, carrying a huge pack on my skinny hips that looked like raw meat. I felt invincible, capable, with every step validating that there is nothing I can’t do. I loved it! That was many years ago.
The other day I was visiting at a friend’s house with several mutual friends. The cars piled up in her driveway and on the street. I decided I would brave it and park in a challenging spot next to her carport. It was one of those situations where I could get in but questioned myself on getting out.
During my visit, I mapped out in my head the 20- to 30-point turn I was going to have to make to get out of that spot. It literally was not going to require that but when I am in my head worrying about something, it usually gets exaggerated. My worry took over.