If I could go back in time to talk to the younger version of myself, I’d tell them to stop worrying. Being the natural perfectionist that I am, I’ve always put so much pressure on myself. I remember I used to get so nervous and worked up about everything, whether it be a softball game or a math exam coming up. I’d get so worried that I’d make myself sick, making my performance hurt because of it.  I remember thinking “If I could just relax, I could do a lot better because I wouldn’t be so tense.” But nevertheless, being the control freak I am, I continued to worry about everything anyway. As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that in ninety-five percent of the scenarios that I have restlessly worried in my life, it’s turned out okay. And the other five percent didn’t even matter anyway. It has been a long path on the journey of a recovering worrier, and if I could give more advice to my previous self it would be that yes, it’s good to care about things, but not to the point where you make yourself sick you’ve obsessed over something so much. You have to ask yourself, will these things even matter in five years? And if it is important, just do your best. If you know you did your best and it doesn’t work out, that’s alright. It just wasn’t meant to be. Life is too short to be worried about everything!