Sunshine and Umbrellas

I worry a lot.

Too much really. It's something that makes me good at my job, but kind of cuts into a lot of other stuff.

I should clarify 'worry'. I don't sit around nibbling my nails and rocking back and forth or anything like that. I just end up thinking about different situations and how to deal with them. The fact that these situations may be completely unlikely and years down the road doesn't really matter.

At work I've gotten pretty good about figuring when not to worry. At home, not so much. Here's a simple example - As I posted before, Daughter is pretty damn smart. I actually had a lot of text typed out describing how smart, but lets just leave that out. It seems like bragging. It suffices to say that she's damn smart.

I've got a very smart little girl who's way ahead of where she should be. So, what am I worried about? I'm worried about that fact that I've got a very smart little girl who's way ahead of where she should be.

You might be thinking, "Just enjoy it dummy." But here's the thing with that. What if she keeps up on this pace? How do you take the most advantage of that while still keeping her 'normal'. She's got me for a father, being normal is going to be enough of a struggle as-is. Does she get skipped up a grade or four? That's going to be hard on her socially. Home-schooling? Not so conducive to social-norming. Private schooling? Tutoring? Hybrid approaches?

This is all years away, and it's not the slightest bit definite, but still I worry.