Are you a worrywart? If you are, you’re not alone. I am too.  Especially when it comes to my art and most specifically, teaching dance. Nothing can get me riled up in the exact same way that thoughts of a class that didn’t quite go my way can. It’s incredible how quickly I can spiral into a fretful mess which generally ends in convincing myself that I’m just not a good teacher–a failure, pretty much. So, I’m sitting here. Today wasn’t anything remarkable. Nothing very extraordinary or out of the ordinary happened. I taught my classes, responding to freelance writing related emails and ghost-wrote a non-fiction book in between. Sure,…