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I turn to you - and away from my overactive nervous system.

I can write about the lessons I have learned on any given number of things, but there one lesson I struggle to learn no matter how many times I gain experience with it. NERVES.

I do not know how to tell myself rationally that there is a reason to remain calm once I start getting nervous and escalating in a situation. The pain hardly ever parallels the reality.

I cause myself so much grief.

So, in the words of a license plate I failed to take a picture of on the highway yesterday – “I turn 2 U.”

How do you remind yourself not to “sweat the small stuff?”

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