Leave it to me to make a mountain out of a molehill.
I may be free of guilt trips and voyages to “regret-ville,” but I certainly haven’t conquered my anxiety when it comes to stepping outside my comfort zone and away from my neck of the woods.
I had best find a way to rest my apprehension. My trip to Wales is but 14 days away and there’ll be no turning back once I’m in an aircraft 35,000 feet over the North Atlantic.
But like I said, leave it to me to make a mountain out of a molehill.