I have talents. Let me count the ways I can generate anxiety. I can get anxious about anything: when to take vacation, what elective rotations to take, how I'll find time to interview Terry Gallaway about being deaf and queer and having cochlear implants now, how and when I'll get ahold of the cardiologist or the neurosurgeon who worked with my refugee clinic kids, how I'll take down or put up the next installation, whether I should go to California in January, how to finagle a trip to NYC to meet Ana Blohm.
I have drive too and I don't understand where it comes from. I want to LIVE, to do things, meet people, take pictures, put myself out there on the street, talk to strangers, pull the world in around me.