My turtle must be cold, because I turn the lights off at night so that she can sleep. Still, the water becomes quiet cold without her special UV lamp.

I am cold. It is grey and uninviting outside. Still, like the turtle, I must tread on until warmer moments.

I worrry that if I don't plan my life correctly I will just be treading towards warmer moments without ever reaching them.

I worry about the fact that I don't have retirement benefits and I am not getting younger.

I worry about the fact that I should be working on my book, but instead I am blogging.

I worry that time is slipping by and perhaps I should be married, or have children or something.

But all in all, I am not so worried, I tread quietly.