My whole life has been a serious amount of overthinking.
In high school, I worried I would never find love.
In college, I worried about what my potention future career would be.
When I taught in Los Angeles, I wondered whether I would be able to last 30+ years (I kind of still wonder that now).
Before I got married, I worried if Katherine would just randomly leave me one day for a marine.
Since becoming a father, my overthinking has shifted a bit less to my needs, but to the needs of Kai in particular.
Is he full enough? Is he going to sleep through the night? Does he miss me?
In the end, I think being a parent requires a certain degree of “overthinking” and wondering how your child is doing. I imagine it’ll stay the way for the rest of his life.
