Frustrated and sad, because things are going to wind up exactly as I feared they would.
So now I start worrying about my daughter, who appears to be on the same track as I was, only learning things by experiencing them the hard way. Even when you know it'll end badly, diving in anyway. There's a fine line between playing it safe and living the safe life... and damning the fear, diving in anyway and having a rich, full life of no compromise.
It makes me wonder if there's a genetic predisposition to feeling the fear and doing it anyway.
Maybe it is time I finally read that book my shrink recommended so many years ago.
one man's journey into creating gibblybits