When things seem impossible, those are the only words I want to hear. You know, it’s funny, whenever I run into a tough situation, I call my mom and I tell her all about it. I probably shouldn’t. My friends tells me not to. She is a worrywart and starts feeling anxious immediately. She usually says the exact last thing I want to hear — either voicing my innermost fear, focusing on all the worst possibilities, or emphasizing the most trivial point of the situation. I call her because I want the type of mom whom I can tell stuff to when I need to. Friends always warn me to keep my mouth shut, and yet, I usually don’t.
This weekend, she’s headed to Turkey. I worried.
But I tell myself that Everything Will Be Alright.