Hi. I’m Jenifer...with anxiety...
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Boy-o-boy garsh almighty, I can relate to 'anxiety'.
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I remember getting paralyzed about my decisions, struggling to move my feet in any direction because they were permanently attached to a couple buckets of concrete.
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I was so stuck in choosing among so many options... but without the loot to make much of a difference between staying (wherever) and going to 'that unimaginable place'.
The gap between there and here was simply too great for my tiny brains to envision the transit.
Ouch... it hurts to admit that.
Who was that person!
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And then, some instigator corrupted me.
My safe little world gradually seemed inadequate.
Who was the corrupter?
The instigator was the second eldest brother of my da, born in 1899 and born with itchy feet -- Jesse (middle name 'James'...).
The man was incapable of saying anything without turning it into a circus, exaggerating and expanding and gesticulating and all the gates open in the zoo.
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An example:
Uncle Jesse (middle name 'James'...) was telling his chum about watching the neighbor mowing the yard, requiring a demonstration -- out of the corner of his eye, he saw us kids transfixed to his every word -- and that demonstration revealed the neighbor leaning over backward while doing the 'Mussolini goose-step'.
And us kids just about strangled from laughing until we gasped for air.
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Long after Uncle Jesse (middle name 'James'...) checked-out to the Great Boondock In The Sky, all one of us kids -- all grown-up and worldly -- has to do is catch the eye of another one of us, and the laughing-until-gasping starts all over again.
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Who is your 'Uncle Jesse'?
Who can you enlist as your instigator?
Who watches over you from the corner of their eye?
I was recently on a two week trip (5400 miles) and spent $1,300.....almost $1,000 of that was gas. 
