I was on a business call today -- about the editing I do. And I was afraid of geting in trouble. Of all things! I'm 36 years old!
"Be a grown up!" I wrote in the middle of my notes as I sat on the conference call.
And I wasn't in trouble anyway. But what the hell is up with my childish nervousness? Even the phrase "in trouble" is juvenile. I'm no different from when I was 16.
So "be a grown up" is my mantra for the day.