Fearing the Future Less

Tomorrow is going to be a monster day. Six hours of teaching on my 36th birthday. Not a great way to spend a birthday, even for someone who is not big on birthdays. On the bright side, however tomorrow goes, I will be eating cake at the end of the day. I have no idea how tomorrow will go and I haven't even spent too much time worrying about it. But, at this point, it is also worthwhile to acknowledge how much better I am doing compared to a few weeks ago. I am sleeping much better, and my anxiety is tapering down. I coped admirably in a very difficult set of circumstances. Yes, my circumstances are not unique, but so what? I have done very well, and to acknowledge this fact would be false modesty. I wonder if the events of the past 18 months and the hell that is our future, will force us to be more comfortable with uncertainty? To fear the future, less?