I recently returned from a five day cruise with my boyfriend, a trip that included two different firsts for me, number 1: the first time I’ve traveled alone with a significant other, and 2: the first time I did my own travel arrangements.

How true.
This statement, viewed on a church sign this past weekend stuck with me more than my personal favorite “God accepts knee-mail”.  Probably because I worry needlessly more than anyone I know. I’m a self-admitted worry wort and being a female raised in American culture, I’m also insecure.