Hi from the nail salon! Recently I’ve been trying to pinpoint when my anxiety truly became anxiety. I cannot think of a root cause or event that made me an extremely anxious person I’ve always been this way. Sure some events definitely traumatized me and conditioned me to be this way but I can’t remember feeling differently so it is what it is. This got me thinking about…the fourth-grade tax project. I have never been good at math and in 4th grade, I got a real slap in the face. I had to do taxes. As a mere 10-year-old being introduced to “the real world,” I was miserable. I was already bad at math now add the stress of a real-life task I will have to do at some point and then continue to do it forever. What if I mess it up? I asked my dad for help because I figured he would know a thing or two and somehow I still struggled so much with this project and remember getting a bad grade and thinking what do I do now? When I’m older am I just going to commit tax fraud? It’s one of my earliest memories of: Oh no how will I live without my parents? How will I afford anything? Will my Dad do my taxes for me? Please? I’m only 10!!!