Ever since I was small, my dad would always tell me to loosen up and to stop worrying because I would often be bothered by the smallest details that do not go as planned or details that I don’t have complete control over. Before 50, you’d be needing a wrinkle cream, he would often warn me.

So I tried my best to stop worrying. It was difficult and I admit that it still is. I can’t help but be agitated whenever things don’t go accordingly. In fact, I would often be upset to the point of doubting my capabilities every time my plans fail especially when it comes to class.

I’m not the type that relies solely on spontaneity or luck. I actually prefer going into battle prepared not just with a plan but with a contingency strategy too just in case the plan doesn’t work. But sometimes, things have a  way of turning out that eludes all kinds of planning. It is during these times that I truly become infuriated and helpless, when I truly turn back into the same kid my dad used to warn about worrying.